The blonde took a drag off of her cigarette, put her phone down on the rickety night stand and exhaled a plume of grey smoke.
The schoolteacher put her hands on her hips. "Listen, you have your issues, I have mine, but one thing that I am not going to stand by and allow to happen, is for some home wrecking bitch to get in the way of my marriage and my family."
Naomi smiled. She took another drag off of her cigarette and exhaled calmly. "Erin, honey. Do you honestly think that I give a FUCK about your marriage, your husband OR your life? Your husband came and watched me strip. Then he came up to my room and paid me for sex. He liked it, so he kept coming back. I guess he just thinks my pussy is better than yours. I'm not wrecking anything. He decided to come here on his own."
That story hurt Erin in her gut. It was not what she had expected. But unbeknownst to her this was a blatant lie. Naomi had run into Erin's husband one day in the grocery store and had seduced him to come to the roadhouse and hang out one night and then she invited him for a drink in her room and he was not paying her at all. Erin had no way to know that at all. Naomi had always had a thing for Erin's husband and she really hated Erin, so killing two birds with one stone seemed remarkably satisfying. And the story made it even more effective.
Erin refused to let the psychological gut punch phase her.
"Stop fucking my man. Or else."
Naomi smiled and stood up. "Excuse me, miss librarian?"
"I'm not a librarian." Erin blurted out.
"Excuse me, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes? Or else what? You'll call your mommy? "
Naomi had been in dozens of fights in her life. She was a nasty, unruly bitch and all of her coworkers were afraid of her. Erin had seen her fight another girl once when they were in high school and knew that she was tough, but what Erin knew that Naomi didn't know was that Erin was no slouch when it came to fighting experience either. Erin's mom and aunt had some weird issues and had pitted Erin and her sister against her cousins regularly in fights as they were growing up. Erin was the youngest of the four girls and her cousin was strong and developed much earlier than Erin so had kicked her ass several times until Erin had reached puberty when they had finally gotten to a more even battle, so Erin knew she could take a beating and still come out on top.
"Or else I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, Naomi."
Naomi laughed. Then crushed out her cigarette. "Lock the door." she said, "This is gonna be fun. And this is the way this is going to go. Since you came all the way here to confront me, looking for trouble, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, take pictures, and send them to your sorry ass husband. And then I am going to make him pay even more every time he comes to fuck me, and you're gonna know that he keeps coming. Literally and figuratively, you bitch. And oh yeah, I know my vocabulary, little-miss-schoolteacher."
Erin wasn't backing down as she locked the door. To be honest, there were fights in the brothel all the time, as long as there wasn't a client in a room, noises from fights didn't attract any attention usually, but Naomi had done this for effect. She turned to Naomi. "Here is how this is going to go, you hair-dyed, fake-titted cheap whore. I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, take pictures, and bring them to my husband. You're going to refuse to see him again and he's gonna know that I will protect our marriage at all costs and if you ever touch him again, I'll come back and ruin your pussy so badly that you will never fuck again. "
Naomi smiled broadly. "I didn't know Miss Goody-Goody had that kind of spunk. It's going to be fun to snuff out your spark." She reached down and pulled the sundress over her head and threw it onto the bed. She only had on a flimsy lace g-string. "I'm not ruining my dress. Plus I've had so many fights naked, I don't give a shit."
Erin shrugged The fights with her cousins had always been in bikinis and she had lost her top many times. The fights had been brutal and often unfair. She could fight naked and not care either. To Naomi's surprise, the school teacher pulled off her tank top, and was braless, then shimmied out of her jean shorts, revealing an even smaller G-string than the one Naomi was wearing. Naomi raised her eyebrows. "Not the prude you thought I was, huh, bitch?" Erin asked.
"Doesn't matter to me, Erin, outcome doesn't change. " And the two women walked towards each other. Erin's slap echoed loudly in the room. Naomi didn't flinch. The red mark on her cheek faded.
She slapped the brunette back. Erin didn't flinch. The red mark on her cheek faded.
Erin slapped her again, and Naomi retaliated immediately. Then Erin, then Naomi, then Erin, then a closed fist and then fists were flying.
Naomi's punches hurt Erin and the blonde grabbed her by her hair as she hit her several times in her tight stomach, physically pushing her back and slamming her into the door. Erin clawed at Naomi's face and pushed her head back as the blonde slammed her head into the door with an open hand. Erin grabbed Naomi by the shoulders and spun her into the wall.
The blonde charged forward and their big breasts crashed together as Erin careened into the low dresser behind her, the edge slamming into the small of her back. The whore pinned her down and slammed fists into her face and chest. Erin's feet had lifted off the floor because of the pivot on the dresser, so she wrapped her thighs around the blonde's waist and sat up as she punched back. The angle elevated her body above the blonde's head and she pounded Naomi in the face.
The blonde stumbled backwards and fell to her knees from the other woman's weight and Erin forced her to her back. The schoolteacher pressed her left hand onto the other's throat and pummeled her face with her right hand. Naomi's cheek and eye began to swell and a small cut began to bleed. The blonde frantically thrashed about beneath Erin's body and got one hand onto Erin's right breast and her other dug into Erin's face with really sharp nails. She bucked and launched the brunette over her head. Erin landed on her hands and knees as Naomi twisted and punched her in the crotch from behind. Erin spun and got to her feet as Naomi got to hers.
The housewife charged into the homewrecker, and the two careened into the bed frame, entangled in a mass of struggling arms and legs and then rolled off and crashed onto the floor, with the blonde on top. Erin grunted as her head hit the wooden floor but kept her grip on the blonde's now sweaty body. Their breasts were compressed between them as they struggled with one another. Naomi slammed her hips into Erin's not doing much damage, but attacking nonetheless while she worked a hand free again dug her nails into Erin's pretty face leaving deep red welts.
Erin pulled a hand free and pushed it under Naomi's chin, forcing her head and body backwards and off of her as the two women grunted and strained against one another. They each got their other arm free at the same time and immediately grabbed the other woman's breast. For Erin, it was the breast that already been assaulted by Naomi, so the pain was worse, but both women dug their nails into he sensitive flesh of the other's tit. They struggled as Erin tried to buck Naomi off of her, but the blonde was able to stop clawing the brunette's face and switch to punches enough times to catch Erin's nose and draw blood just as Erin was able to unseat her and the two women scrambled at each other on their hands and knees. They attacked like two wildcats, punching and clawing as they began to fatigue and breathe harder.
Naomi began to overpower Erin, to the brunette's frustration as the blonde began to force her backwards. INstinctively, Erin grasped at Naomi's g-string and pulled, tugging the thin fabric into Naomi's pussy. Naomi growled as she pushed Erin back onto her back, "That fucking hurts, you bitch." and she shot her hand down and grabbed Erin's pussy through her flimsy g-string and dug her nails in.
Despite having been in many fights before, Erin had never had this happen. The pain was severe and excruciating. She screeched. The only benefit was that Naomi eased on the pressure and the two women were now back on their knees and Erin retaliated with the same tactic, grabbing Naomi's pussy. Unlike Erin, Naomi had suffered this attack before, but it didn't matter--it hurt. She whimpered in pain. They wrapped their free arm into the other woman's hair as they struggled against one another. They whimpered and groaned as their sinewy muscles struggled against one another and fire burned in their crotch. They pulled the other woman's head back in weird angles as the veins and muscles bulged in their necks and their bodies trembled as they mauled one another. Naomi's attack on Erin's pussy was far more vicious than Erin's on hers and so it was only a matter of seconds before the blonde found the brunette's clit and dug in. The wail of agony was satisfying to Naomi as she instantly overpowered the wounded woman and mounted her, straddling her body and slamming brutal punches into her face.
The fight was over. Naomi pounded Erin viciously and the brunette was hurt. Her mouth began to bleed and left eye began to swell. She struggled mightily but something had to give or she knew she had lost. She tried to push and buck, she threw her arms out for leverage and her left arm slipped under the bed. She felt it as she thought about giving up. It was a thick-heeled shoe. She grabbed it and as Naomi pulled her fist back to punch her again, Erin slammed the chunky heel into the side of the blonde's head.
Naomi tumbled to the side and crawled away, touching her temple that was now bleeding badly from the cut that had opened from the shoe. Erin rolled to her belly, wincing and gasping for breath, crawling over to the wall and leaning against it. Naomi crawled to the dresser and leaned against that.
They looked at each other.
"You know you were done for...." whispered Naomi, gasping between words. "You give?"
Erin looked at her enemy, "Are you going to stop fucking my husband?" Erin couldn't even get the words out without pausing between them.
Naomi snorted, "I'm winning. Why would I stop riding that glorious cock?"
Erin shrugged, "Then we're not done..." and she pushed herself to her feet wincing with each movement. Across the room, Naomi pulled herself up on the dresser, nearly tipping it over.
They moved towards each other quickly, slapping their naked flesh together as Naomi drove Erin backwards into a wall behind her. Erin grunted and winced as her body slammed into the sheetrock. The blonde pressed her forearm across Erin's chest, pinning her against the wall as the brunette grabbed her hair with her right hand tried to grab at her free arm with her left. Naomi threaded her arm around Erin's defense and punched the brunette in her pussy several times until the brunette finally caught her wrist.
"Stop....attacking...my twat, you bitch..." gasped Erin.
"Okay..." taunted Naomi and slammed her shoulder into Erin's tits, crushing her body against the wall. Erin groaned and then pushed forward, the two women awkwardly struggling with one another as they stumbled and careened into the bed, crashing onto it, bouncing and tumbling off of it, smashing to the nightstand, which tipped over and then landing on a small stool at the side of the bed which collapsed, it's legs breaking off as the two hellcats fell on top of it. The two women were both injured by the fall, but Naomi was on the bottom and it was her back that had crashed onto the nightstand and then the stool. She winced in pain as she rolled away from the sputtering brunette, who while fortunately having landed on top, was still banged up from the fall. The contents of the nightstand had spilled out onto the floor, including several sex toys.
Naomi was on her back, winching in pain when Erin leapt on top of her. The punches rained down on her and Erin knew she was going to be victorious. She swung wildly as she did as much damage she could, her anger and fury fueling the attack. "Give bitch!" she instructed.
"Fuck off, cxnt!" Naomi replied, as she smashed a wooden stool leg into the side of Erin's head, sending the brunette tumbling away. The blow dazed Erin and got to her hands and knees as she tried to pull herself up on the bed that she leaned against. Her vision was a little blurry and she was trying to focus when Naomi's kick crashed into her ribs and the second crushed her big tit. Yelps escaped her lips as the blonde brutally kicked at her.
The third kick cracked a rib. Naomi knew it because it had only been a few months since a blonde bitch at the club had attacked her in the dressing room and the two women had taken to fighting and Naomi had successfully done the same thing, finding out after that she had broken the bitch's rib.
"That was a rib, motherfucker..." chided the blonde. Erin didn't need to be informed. The pain was excruciating. Naomi was still holding the stool leg, but there were four and one was right in front of Erin's right hand. Naomi didn't see it until the wooden leg crashed into her planted knee, doing some type of ligament damage and causing her to collapse to the floor instantly.
Naomi moaned in pain as she rocked back and forth and Erin struggled to move to a sitting position. The two women eyed each other, each holding a wooden stool leg. Neither could move quickly nor did either want to continue in this slog of a battle, but neither would back down.
They got to their knees and Naomi swung the leg first, but Erin blocked it with hers. She then grabbed a huge rubber dildo and using the leg for defense, slammed the dildo into Naomi's side. The blonde winced and pulled back, and Erin swung the wooden leg at Naomi's head, but the blonde used her weapon to protect herself and instead, both women lost their grip on their wooden weapons. Erin whipped the rubber dildo towards Naomi's face but the blonde caught it and suddenly the two women had four hands on the dildo and were trying to leverage it to pin the other woman down. To Erin's frustration and dismay, Naomi proved to still be stronger and she gradually forced the brunette backwards and down onto her back, overpowering the brunette and pressing the dildo across her throat. Erin began to flail as her air was cut off and her face flushed. She let go of her grip on the phallus as she struggled to get away from the nasty bitch who was choking her out. Her arms flailed in desperation.
Naomi growled, "You're done bitch...Nighty-night..." and the room began to swim for Erin. The alarm clock was just there by kismet and when she slammed it into Naomi's head, she actually cried with relief. She struggled over to Naomi's stirring body as she got on top of the blonde for one final time. The blonde opened her eyes as Erin grabbed two fists of the blonde's hair and lifted her head up as she slammed Naomi's head into the floor. The ringing in the blonde's ear was deafening.
Prostitutes know how to protect themselves. And they never leave themselves without something when they know they are going to have a client in their room. Naomi's pepper spray was actually underneath her as Erin was mounting her final assault. Without it, Naomi would have lost the fight. But instead, she got her hands free. One punch crashed into Erin's broken rib and the other sprayed her eyes with the pepper spray. The schoolteacher screamed in pain and fear as she was blinded and fell to her side. Naomi struggled to her feet as she stomped the blinded woman and grabbed her legs and crushed her heel into the brunette's pussy.
Erin whimpered and begged. She had lost. There was nothing left for her to do. She couldn't see, the beating was too painful, and the blonde had proven victorious. The pain from her pussy at that moment wasn't as bad as the fire in her eyes. Or her damaged rib.
"do....you....give?" Naomi gasped.
Erin whimpered...."fuck....you are a....fucking psycho.....yes....I give.....oh god....I fucking give...."
Erin's g-string was roughly pulled aside. She couldn't fight it. The cock was plunged deep into her pussy. She clenched and moaned as she heard the fake shutter click of the phone as it snapped pictures of her battered, violated body.
She heard Naomi send the pics and then the blonde lit a cigarette and sat down on the bed. She spoke her text out loud as she typed, "This is what happened to your bitch-ass wife when she tried to confront me about our affair...see you soon... xoxoxox Naomi..."
"Now get the fuck out of my room, bitch." Naomi said to Erin, "Before I hurt you more."
Erin groaned as she rolled to her hands and knees and crawled over to her neat pile of clothes, somehow not disrupted by the fight. Naomi chuckled to herself as she watched the brunette gather her things quietly.
Erin was crying, but knew that Naomi thankfully couldn't tell because of the damage the pepper spray had done to her eyes.
"I guess you were out-bitched you goody-two-shoes loser..." Naomi said. "I wonder how it's going to feel staying married to a guy you know is fucking another woman...."
Erin gave Naomi the finger and shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind her.
