Here is a trilogy for my friend Angie hope it's ok
Angie’s bar fight
The night started off as any other night in this dive bar. The patrons were rowdy and the beer was flowing freely, but little did they know that their lives were about to change in the blink of an eye. The jukebox blared out a tune that even the most hardened of souls could appreciate, and on the makeshift stage, Angie, a young woman with a body that could stop traffic, gyrated to the rhythm. She wore a leather sleeveless vest, bare feet of course with a black leather mini skirt. As she swayed her hips, her pierced navel and the diamond stud in her left nostril glinted in the dim light. Little did she know that her night was about to take a turn for the worse.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the other end of the bar. A group of women had gathered around another girl, who was pointing accusingly at Angie. The air was thick with tension as the two groups locked gazes, the silence broken only by the loud thumping of Angie's heart in her chest. Before anyone could intervene, the other girl charged towards Angie, fists flying. The bartender yelled "Fight!" and patrons scattered out of the way, forming a makeshift ring around the two women.
Angie wasn't one to back down from a fight, and she met her opponent's attack with equal ferocity. They circled each other warily, sizing each other up. The other girl was dressed in a tight T-shirt and denim shorts, which seemed woefully inadequate for the task at hand. As the fight raged on, Angie began to gain the upper hand, landing several solid punches to her opponent's midsection. Enraged, the other girl launched herself at Angie, her teeth bared in a snarl.
Just as Angie was about to deliver a decisive blow, she felt a sharp pain in her back. She turned to see two of the other girl's friends holding her arms behind her back, pinning them to her sides. The traitorous bitch had played dirty! Angie struggled against her captors, but they were stronger than they looked. Frustrated and helpless, she watched as her opponent took the opportunity to land several more punches to her already bruising body.
The crowd roared with excitement as they watched Angie get beaten senseless. Her breasts, bare except for her nipple ring and diamond belly piercing, heaved with each ragged breath. Her leather vest lay discarded on the floor, and her black thong was all that remained of her signature mini skirt. Blood dripped from her split lip down to her cleavage, and her eyes watered from the pain.
Despite her injuries, Angie's spirit remained unbroken. As the other girl's friends continued to hold her down, she glared defiantly at them. She felt her body tense as she prepared to launch herself free from their grasp, but just then, her boyfriend Nick tried to rush to her aid. The crowd, however, would have none of it. They jeered at him and pushed him back, forcing him to watch helplessly as his girlfriend Angie was brutalized.
The other girl's friends seemed to sense that Angie was about to make a break for it, so they moved quickly. One of them pushed her face-first into the floor, while the other held her legs down. The girl who had started the fight knelt between Angie's spread legs, and with a wicked grin, yanked down Angie's black thong. The crowd roared with approval as they got their first glimpse of Angie's perfect, round ass.
Angie's boyfriend Nick, still struggling against the crowd, felt a surge of anger and jealousy course through him. He knew he had to do something to protect her, even if it meant risking his own safety. With a final push, he managed to break free from the crowd and charged towards the group of girls who were attacking his girlfriend. But it was too late. As he reached them, he found Angie being roughly tossed onto a nearby pool table, her body spread-eagle across the green felt.
The other girls, laughing manically, began to circle around her, poking and prodding at her bruised and battered body. They ran their hands through her long, black hair, mussing it up even further. One of them sneered, "You think you're so tough, bitch?" before spitting in Angie's face. The saliva mixed with the blood trickling down her cheek, stinging her eyes.
One girl whispers into Angie's attacker with her smiling she gets her hence girls to tie Angie's hands together and raise my arms up, tied to a whipping post where the group starts to think of ways to whip Angie. The first one of them to whip Angie was the girl who started it all. She walked up to Angie, malice in her eyes, and grabbed the whip from the floor. With a flick of her wrist, she lashed it against Angie's back, leaving a searing pain in its wake.
Angie screamed in agony as the whip cut into her flesh. Blood dripped down her back, staining the white t-shirt she was forced to wear. The other girls in the group crowded around her, each taking turns to inflict pain on her body. They whipped her back, her legs, her arms, anywhere they could reach. With each strike, Angie's screams echoed off the walls, filling the room with a horrifying symphony of pain.
Her boyfriend Nick, still unable to free himself from the crowd, watched helplessly as his girlfriend was brutalized. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to break free, but the crowd seemed to have a vice grip on him. He could feel his anger boiling over, threatening to consume him entirely.
The other girls continued to whip Angie mercilessly, their faces twisted into expressions of sadistic pleasure. They took turns, each one seeming to want to inflict more pain than the last. After what felt like an eternity, they finally grew tired and stepped away from Angie, who lay curled up on the floor, whimpering in pain. Her body was covered in welts and cuts, blood pooling beneath her.
Nick finally managed to break free from the crowd, his face contorted with rage. He charged towards the group of girls, ready to exact his revenge. But before he could reach them, a voice stopped him in his tracks. It was his best friend, Tommy. "Dude, what are you doing?" he asked, grabbing Nick by the shoulder. "There's no way we can take all of them."
Angie's breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to sit up. Her vision was blurry from the pain and tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. "Let me go," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible above the pounding in her ears. "Let me go home."
Nick nodded, his expression a mixture of anger and helplessness. "I'll get you out of here," he promised her, his voice low and threatening. He turned back to Tommy, his gaze hard. "Help me take them down."
The two boys moved toward the group of girls, who had retreated to the far side of the room. They exchanged glances, knowing they were outnumbered and outmatched. But they also knew that they couldn't just stand by and watch Angie suffer any longer. They charged forward, fists flying. The girls scattered, some running for the exit, others seeking shelter behind tables and chairs.
The fight was brutal and chaotic. Nick and Tommy fought with a desperate fury, fueled by their anger and love for Angie. They moved as a single unit, taking down girl after girl with a combination of punches and kicks. But no matter how many they managed to subdue, more seemed to appear from nowhere.
Angie struggled to her feet, wincing at the pain in her body. She saw her boyfriend fighting valiantly nearby and felt a surge of pride and love for him. With renewed determination, she began to make her way through the crowd, using her elbows and knees to push people out of her way.
The fight continued for what felt like an eternity. Nick and Tommy fought side by side, their bodies covered in bruises and cuts. They fought with a raw, animalistic fury that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. The other girls in the room began to panic, realizing that their plan had backfired horribly. They scattered, seeking escape or safety wherever they could find it.
Meanwhile, Angie continued to fight her way through the crowd, her eyes burning with determination. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she watched Nick and Tommy holding their own against the odds. With every step, she grew closer to them, until finally, she found herself at their sides.
The three of them fought as one, their movements fluid and practiced. They moved through the crowd like a wolf pack, taking down girl after girl with ruthless efficiency. The remaining members of the group, sensing defeat, began to scatter and run for their lives.
As the last of their attackers fell, Nick, Tommy, and Angie stood together in the center of the room, panting and covered in blood. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with disbelief at what they had just gone through. A wave of exhaustion washed over them, and they slumped to the floor, unable to move any further.
The sounds of police sirens filled the air, growing louder by the second. It was only a matter of time before the cops burst through the door and arrested everyone involved. Nick and Tommy exchanged worried glances, wondering what would happen to them now. They had fought back against their attackers, and while it felt good to have protected Angie, they knew they were in a lot of trouble.
Angie, still shaking and covered in cuts and bruises, forced herself to her feet. She limped over to where her friends sat, slumped against the wall. "Are you two okay?" she asked, her voice cracking. They both nodded, but she could tell they were in shock. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. "Listen, we need to come up with a story. We can't just tell them what really happened."
Nick and Tommy exchanged glances, nodding in agreement. They knew they had to protect each other now more than ever. They all decided to stick to the same story: they had been at a party when a fight broke out between some of their friends. They had tried to break it up and were accidentally caught up in it. The police would understand, they reasoned. They were just kids trying to do the right thing.
Angie’s ström cloud
Angie stormed into the dive bar in the neighboring town, her leather-clad body swaying to the twang of the country music playing on the jukebox. She was here for one reason and one reason only: to settle a score with another woman who had been giving her trouble. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap beer, but Angie didn't let it faze her. Her eyes locked onto her target, a tall, sultry brunette who was sitting at the bar, nursing a whiskey. With a wicked grin, Angie made her way over to the brunette, her bare feet slapping against the wooden floor.
As she approached, the brunette looked up, her eyes narrowing in recognition. "Well, well, look who's here," she drawled. "I thought you'd be smart enough to stay away." Angie said nothing, her hands balling into fists at her sides. The bartender, sensing trouble, quickly tried to intervene. "Now, ladies, there's no need for any of that," he said, his voice shaking. But Angie just shot him a warning glance, and he wisely decided to back off.
The brunette stood up, towering over Angie despite being only an inch or two taller. She smiled cruelly, revealing a gold tooth. "You're really gonna do this, huh?" she sneered. "You're gonna try and take me on?" Angie didn't respond; she just bared her teeth in a menacing grin. The two women circled each other warily, their eyes locked in a deadly dance. The patrons of the bar began to gather around, forming a makeshift ring around the women.
The bartender, seeing that he couldn't stop the fight, decided to make the most of it. He reached under the counter and pulled out a pair of dusty, worn-down leather vests. He tossed one to each of the women, knowing full well they wouldn't hesitate to use it as a weapon. They caught the vests deftly, each one slipping it on over their shoulders.
As the women circled each other, the crowd cheered and jeered, egging them on. The brunette lunged forward, throwing a wild punch that Angie easily dodged. She countered with a sharp jab to the woman's exposed midsection, but the brunette was tougher than she looked. They continued to trade blows, each one more vicious than the last. The leather of their vests soon began to fray and tear under the force of their punches.
Angie took serval hard punches to her mid section and a couple that came in and smashed her breasts hard. She took a step back and grabbed the hem of her mini skirt and ripped it off revealing her in just a black thong. She wanted the brunette to see she wasn't wearing any panties, knowing it would piss her off. The brunette took a step back in surprise as she realized Angie wasn't wearing any panties. The fight continued for several more minutes with neither woman gaining any advantage. They both were evenly matched and the fight began to spill out into the back of the bar.
The crowd followed them, creating a path for them to fight in. Angie landed a hard punch to the brunette's jaw, sending her reeling back into a table. The table collapsed under her weight and she fell to the ground, momentarily stunned. Angie took the opportunity to kick the brunette in the side, knocking the wind out of her. As the brunette struggled to catch her breath, Angie climbed on top of her and wrapped her legs around the brunette's waist, pulling her arms back and pinning them to the ground. She leaned in close to the brunette's face, her breath hot and ragged against her ear. "You. Are. Mine," she growled.
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and jeers. The bartender, seeing that the fight was nearly over, hurried over to break it up. But before he could intervene, Angie reached down and yanked the brunette's panties off, tossing them aside. The crowd went wild, chanting and whistling as the defeated brunette lay there, her naked body exposed. Angie leaned in closer, her lips grazing the brunette's ear. "Now, you're mine," she whispered, "and I'll make sure everyone knows it."
With that, Angie stood up, brushing the dust from her hands. The bartender hurried over, handing her a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow. He glanced down at the defeated brunette and shrugged. "Guess that's one problem solved," he said with a sigh.
The crowd continued to buzz with excitement as they cleared a path for Angie to return to her seat at the bar. She took her place on the stool, the warmth of the leather against her bare skin, and ordered another drink. As she sipped it, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. The brunette may have been tough, but Angie was tougher.
Her victory was not only a testament to her own strength and skill, but also to the respect she'd earned in this rough-and-tumble world. She glanced around the bar, taking in the admiring looks and nods she received from the other patrons. They knew she'd earned her place here, and they recognized her as one of their own.
As the night wore on, Angie found herself growing more and more comfortable in her surroundings. She traded stories with the bartender, who shared her love for a good fight, and even flirted a bit with one of the more rugged-looking women in the corner. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and cheap beer, but Angie breathed it in, savoring the familiarity of it all.
She glanced down at her hands, calloused and strong from years of training and fighting. A faint scar ran along her knuckles, a reminder of a particularly brutal bout she'd once been in. But she bore it proudly, knowing that each scar, each bruise, was a badge of honor. She took a sip of her drink and smiled, feeling at home in this rough-and-tumble world.
Angie’s Sushi’s Roll
Angie, a tall and curvaceous woman with long, flowing brown hair, strides into the dimly lit bar, her leather-clad presence immediately drawing the eyes of everyone within. She's wearing a sleeveless vest that hugs her ample bosom, accentuating her defined muscles and generous curves. Barefoot, of course, she shows off her long, toned legs encased in a pair of tight black leather pants. A black leather mini skirt hugs her hips, emphasizing her shapely derrière. Her footsteps echo through the bar as she makes her way to the center of the room, her presence commanding attention.
As she approaches her target, a smaller, more agile woman dressed in a Japanese-inspired bikini top and a black thong, Angie's eyes narrow with determination. The Japanese woman, clearly sensing the challenge before her, grins wickedly and readies herself for the fight. The two women circle each other warily, their breathing labored as they size each other up. Angie's nipples harden against the cool leather of her vest, while the Japanese woman's nipples poke through the strategically placed holes in her top, taunting Angie with their dark, erect presence.
Angie lunges forward, throwing a powerful punch at her opponent's chest. The Japanese woman dodges nimbly, then counters with a swift kick to Angie's inner thigh. Angie yelps in pain, stumbling backward. Enraged, she rushes forward again, this time grabbing the smaller woman by the hair and slamming her headfirst into the bar. The Japanese woman shrieks in pain, but doesn't let go of her fierce determination.
The fight continues in a flurry of punches, kicks, and hair-pulling. Angie's leather vest begins to fray around the edges, revealing the smooth, taut skin beneath. Her nipple ring glints in the dim light as she swings her arms wildly. The Japanese woman's bikini top is pushed up, exposing her lower back and the swell of her round bottom. The two women grunt and swear as they struggle for the upper hand.
The crowd around them grows larger, cheering and jeering as the battle rages on. Some patrons have even begun to place bets on the outcome. The bar's owner, a burly man with a shaved head and a gruff demeanor, watches intently from his perch behind the bar. He knows that if the fight spills out of control, he'll have to step in to break it up, costing him a night's worth of profits.
Angie, fueled by anger and determination, manages to push the Japanese woman back against the wall. The smaller woman's back arches, her breasts thrusting outward as she struggles for purchase. With a powerful thrust, Angie rips the Japanese woman's bikini top off, revealing her upper body completely. The crowd erupts in cheers as the pale, smooth skin of her back is exposed.
The Japanese woman, now freed from her top, uses her newfound agility to dart around the room, taunting Angie with her quick movements and sharp kicks. Angie, frustrated by her smaller opponent's evasiveness, decides to change tactics. She pulls the Japanese woman's black thong down, revealing her perfectly sculpted ass and tiny, dark triangle of hair. The crowd gasps in surprise as the exposed flesh is revealed, and the battle takes on a new level of intensity.
The bar owner, seeing the potential for further escalation, approaches the two women cautiously. He places a firm hand on Angie's shoulder and another on the Japanese woman's hip, trying to pull them apart. Angie shrugs him off, but the Japanese woman uses his distraction to land a powerful kick to his stomach. He grunts in pain and falls to the ground, clutching at his midsection.
The fight continues unabated, the two women now seemingly oblivious to the crowd around them. Their bodies glisten with sweat as they struggle for dominance. Angie's leather vest is torn to shreds, revealing her taut stomach and the silver chain that dangles between her breasts. The Japanese woman's bikini bottom lies in tatters at her feet, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down.
The bar owner, still doubled over in pain, calls for backup. A burly bouncer rushes over, trying to separate the two fighters. He manages to grab the Japanese woman by the wrist, but she twists out of his grip with surprising ease. She then uses her free hand to slap Angie across the face, sending her reeling back against the bar. The crowd gasps in shock as blood trickles from Angie's nose.
Furious, Angie lunges forward, her arms flailing wildly. The Japanese woman dodges nimbly, using her smaller frame to her advantage. She manages to trip Angie, sending her crashing to the ground. As Angie struggles to regain her footing, the Japanese woman straddles her waist, pinning her down. With a devious grin, she lowers her body, her breasts mere inches from Angie's face.
The crowd is transfixed as the two women struggle for control. The bar owner, seeing that his bouncer is no match for the Japanese woman's agility, reluctantly pulls out his cell phone to call for backup. The bartender, watching in horror from his perch behind the bar, can't help but feel a twinge of attraction to the raw power and determination emanating from both women.
Angie, still on the ground, reaches up to grab the Japanese woman's hips, trying to force her off. The Japanese woman, sensing Angie's desperation, smirks and squeezes her breasts together, forcing a stream of warm liquid onto Angie's face. It's not blood this time, but a clear, sticky fluid that runs down her cheek and into her mouth. The crowd gasps as they realize it's the Japanese woman's arousal.
Enraged by this new turn of events, Angie pushes herself up onto her elbows and lunges forward, biting down hard on the Japanese woman's nipple. The Japanese woman cries out in pain, but doesn't relinquish her grip on Angie. The two women writhe together on the ground, their bodies slick with sweat and their breath coming in ragged gasps.
The crowd, transfixed by the sight of these two powerful women locked in combat, begins to chant and cheer. The bar owner, his face pale with shock, can only watch as his establishment descends into chaos. He glances nervously at the bouncer, wondering if he'll be able to regain control of the situation.
Angie, still struggling beneath the Japanese woman, manages to free one of her legs. She swings it up, aiming a vicious kick at her adversary's head. The Japanese woman dodges nimbly, but the impact of the kick sends her tumbling off Angie and onto the ground. She lands gracefully, rolling to her feet in an instant. Her face is flushed with anger and desire, and her body glistens with sweat.
The bouncer, emboldened by the crowd's encouragement, charges forward and tackles the Japanese woman from behind. He manages to pin her to the ground, but she continues to struggle wildly. Angie, seeing her friend in danger, rushes to help. Together, they manage to free the Japanese woman from the bouncer's grip. As they stand back-to-back, the crowd roars its approval.
The bar owner, still stunned by the turn of events, wanders over to the bartender. "I can't believe this is happening," he mutters. "I thought I'd seen everything in this place." The bartender shrugs, unable to hide a smile of admiration for the two women.
The crowd continues to cheer as Angie and the Japanese woman stand back-to-back, their chests heaving. The bouncer, realizing he's no match for their combined strength, reluctantly retreats to the sidelines. The bar owner watches the scene unfold before him, unable to tear his eyes away.
The bartender, sensing an opportunity, steps down from his perch and walks over to the two women. He extends a hand to each of them, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ladies," he says, "I think you both deserve a round on the house." Angie and the Japanese woman exchange a glance, their expressions softening slightly. They nod in agreement, and the bartender pours them each a shot of whiskey.
As they clink their glasses together, the crowd continues to watch them, their expressions a mix of awe and desire. The bar owner, still in shock, watches as the two women sip their drinks and share a knowing look. He realizes that this isn't just any fight; it's a manifestation of something deeper, something primal.
The bartender, sensing the tension in the air, decides to step in and break the silence. "So, ladies," he says with a wink, "what brings you two together tonight?" He leans in, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "I mean, I've seen my fair share of fights in here, but this one takes the cake."
Angie and the Japanese woman exchange another glance, this time more relaxed and intimate. They both take another sip of their whiskey before responding. "Well," Angie says, "I've been coming here for a while now, just looking for a good fight. You know, to let off some steam." The crowd nods in understanding, some even raising their glasses in salute.
The Japanese woman chuckles softly. "Ah, yes. I can appreciate that. And as for me... I've been traveling the world for my work. When I saw you in here, I just couldn't resist the challenge." Her voice carries a hint of admiration for Angie, and the crowd seems to sense it too. They lean in closer, eager for more of their story.
The bartender, who's been listening intently, raises an eyebrow. "So, you're both... adventurers of sorts?" He hesitates, searching for the right word. "I mean, not many people come to a dive like this looking for a good fight."
Angie laughs, the sound deep and genuine. "Oh, we get around. This place is just one of our stops along the way. But it's special, you know? There's something about the energy here. It's like it brings out the best in us." She glances over at the Japanese woman, who nods in agreement.
The bartender chuckles, leaning against the counter. "I've seen my fair share of fighters come through here, but I've never seen anything like you two. It's almost like you were meant to find each other." He pauses, considering his words carefully. "So, what happens now? You finish your drinks and go your separate ways?"
Angie and the Japanese woman exchange another knowing glance. There's a spark in their eyes that the bartender hasn't seen before. "Well," Angie says, her voice lowering to a husky whisper, "we could always find some other... challenges together." The crowd goes silent, holding their breath in anticipation.
To be continued…..
