EPIC TRAILER TRASH CLASH: DARLIE vs. CASEY
Early one morning, a cab dropped a young man off at his home and drove away. He was stunned to see the windshield of his car smashed and his door wide open. He raced inside and was shocked to see his home wrecked.
It all began one month earlier when successful writer Liam wanted to get away from the stress of the city and moved into the largest house in a very small town that had two trailer parks, one on each end. He decided to add some security by installing a doorbell camera and a hidden security camera in his living room. He’d get to it. The old house had other work to be done, including a door that wouldn’t lock.
He went to buy a flimsy chain lock to use until he had the door replaced and returned to put it on. He closed the door and went to another room for a screwdriver He heard a knock. He returned to find a beautiful blond woman wearing a pink halter top, shorts, and flipflops standing in his doorway.
“Oops,” she said with a charming Texas twang. “When I knocked, the door came open. I tried the bell, but—”
“It’s disconnected while I work on the door.”
The girl flashed a wide smile. “I’m Darlie. I live in the trailer park down
the street south of here.” She handed him a plate. “I made you some cookies as a welcoming gift.” She looked past him into his house. “Is your WIFE home?”
“I’m not married.”
Her smile widened. “I can see you’re busy. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“I hope so,” he said. “Thanks for the cookies. That was nice.”
Darlie grinned and left.
Liam returned to his work. That evening, his reactivated doorbell rang. He answered the door and found a beautiful, brown-eyed woman with long, black hair pulled back into a ponytail standing on his porch. She wore a black tank top and tiny blue shorts so tight they seemed to be airbrushed on. She flashed a wide, closed-lipped smile.
“Hi. I’m Casey. I live in the trailer park down the street north of here. I always jog past this place. I wanted to stop by and say Hi to my new neighbors.”
“Neighbor,” Liam said. “I live alone.”
A light flashed in her eyes. “Well, I’m out for a run. I’ll catch you later.” She jogged away.
The next day, the doorbell rang again. Blond Darlie stood on the porch. “I know you don’t know me,” she twanged, “but I’ve been on my feet all morning and I’m exhausted. Could you be a sweetie and drive me home?”
He asked, “Is your car in the shop?”
Her big, blue eyes searched his. “I don’t have one.”
He drove her to her tiny trailer home and scribbled a note with his number on it. “In case you need another ride.”
She said, “I’d like to repay you with something to eat, but . . . I don’t have anything.”
Liam asked, “What are you going to eat?” She shrugged. He said, “Maybe we could order something.” He glanced at her truly tiny trailer home. “We can eat at my place. I’ll drive you home later. I have to warn you though, most of my furniture hasn’t arrived.”
She smiled. “We can eat on the floor. It’ll be like an indoor picnic.”
They ordered Chinese food and ate it sitting on the floor. Darlie was VERY interested in Liam, and she wasn’t shy about showing it. When she reached for food, she practically crawled all over him to get it. Then she turned, thrusting full, round hips covered by tiny cut-off shorts in his face before crawling away. At one point Liam got soy sauce on the side of his lips. Darlie leaned over and licked it off! At that moment, Liam looked out his window and saw Casey, who had been out on an evening run, staring in through the window as Darlie licked him! Even from such a distance, Liam saw the anger on Casey’s face. Her fists shot down by her sides, and she marched off. Darlie seemed very willing to stay the night, but Liam barely knew the girl. He drove her home.
The next day, Liam’s furniture arrived. As movers brought it inside, Casey came jogging by. Apparently unphased by Darlie’s play for Liam the previous night, she showed her adorable smile and said, “Hi, neighbor. I see you’re moving in.” She looked into a box that contained old DVDs. “I LOVE Star Wars! I’ve
I have never seen the original one, though. Maybe . . . you could show it to me? How about tonight?”
Liam couldn’t resist her. That night she arrived wearing a dark blue sleeveless top that left her midsection bare, tiny, dark blue shorts, and tennis shoes. Her very long, black hair hung loosely around her shoulders. They sat on his couch and watched the old classic. Acutely aware that Liam couldn’t keep his eyes off her long, golden legs, she did all she could to show them off to him. She cuddled up to him. After a while, she began to talk about how if she couldn’t come up with money for her trailer home she might be homeless, strongly hinting she could use some help. He gave her a considerable amount of money. She kept looking out the window, as if expecting someone. She suddenly turned sideways and draped her magnificent legs over Liam’s lap! Liam looked over and saw Darlie standing on his porch, staring in at them, her blue eyes wide at the sight of Casey sitting with her glorious legs across Liam’s lap!
Liam leapt up and went to the door in time to see wounded Darlie walking away. “Darlie?”
She looked back with a sneer. “I can see you’re. . . busy. I need to talk to you, but it can wait.” She walked off. Although she tried to look hurt, Liam saw red-hot rage in her eyes as she looked at Casey, who had looked back with a smug look of victory. Liam didn’t know how Casey knew Darlie would show up that night, but she had obviously been waited for her, deliberately tossing her legs over his for Darlie to see. But Darlie wouldn’t give up so easily.
Early one morning a few days later, Darlie came by. She claimed her shower was out and asked if she could use Liam’s. He agreed. The mere thought of the beautiful blond with the perfect body showering nude in his shower was
almost more than Liam could withstand. To keep control of himself, he stepped outside and saw Casey jogging up the sidewalk on her daily morning run. She jogged to him. At that moment, Darlie stepped out onto the porch. The tiny towel around her torso could barely cover the buxom blonde’s mouthwatering body. She smiled at Casey and said, “I always like to wash up . . . after.” Casey lost it. She charged. Liam had to wrap his arms around her waist and lift the kicking brunette off her feet, to keep her off the blonde.
Casey broke free and stormed away. Darlie shrugged, innocently.
That evening, Liam tried to get his mind off the battling beauties by cutting his grass. His neighbor walked up to him.
The man said, “I couldn’t help noticing that you’ve been keeping company with both Casey and Darlie. I think I have to warn you that you’re playing with fire. Those two may have angel faces, but they’re devils inside. They live off gullible men. They’ve worked their way through every eligible bachelor in the area. Your house may be old, but it’s the biggest one in town. They know you have money. In a small-town hunting ground, they’re natural rivals and bitter enemies. They’re always fighting over men. Word has it Darlie has won more
often, but Casey won the last time, leaving Darlie furious. They’ve been in a few brutal brawls, but there was always someone there to pull them apart. I’d hate to think what would happen if they ever fight it out in private.”
Liam asked, “If Casey won the guy last time, why—?”
“Men always leave them because of their violent tempers. When Darlie
saw some guy she liked with another woman at a bar; she waited outside and started a fight. Darlie left the other woman begging and sobbing at her feet. Casey once broke her boyfriend’s sister’s nose. They’ve both done time. If you get between them, they’ll tear you apart. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The man walked off, leaving Liam stunned.
Liam knew he had to make a choice. They both had huge, beautiful eyes. Blond Darlie stood 5’4” and weighed about 110 lbs. She had a slightly prettier face, considerably more impressive breasts, and had that charming accent. She seemed the sweeter of the two. Brunette Casey stood 5’ 7” and weighed about 112 lbs. She wasn’t as curvy and had no accent, but the jogger had slightly better legs, a better sense of humor, and seemed to have more in common with him. He had to leave town for a few days and decided the decision could wait until he got back.
When Liam returned, he found his home in shambles. He realized his security cameras must have recorded the whole thing. With the damage confined to the front of his house, he hurried to the PC in his bedroom and viewed the security recordings to see what happened. He found the part on the recordings when the action began and watched it, spellbound.
In the last light of twilight, the door cam caught Casey running into view, wearing a dark-blue sports top that left her midsection bare, skin-tight shorts, and tennis shoes. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She raced to his porch and hammered her palms on his door, shouting, “Let me in! Please, let me in!” At that moment, Darlie raced into view behind her, wearing a revealing red halter top, blue jean cut-off shorts, and flip flops.
Darlie ran up from behind and seized the brunette’s hair. Casey shrieked, but she spun and kicked Darlie, sending her toppling down the porch steps. Casey grabbed a flowerpot and hurled it at Darlie. Darlie shrieked but ducked. The heavy flowerpot smashed the windshield of Liam’s car. Darlie charged back up the steps and tackled Casey. The flimsy chain lock couldn’t take the impact. The girls crashed together into Liam’s home. Darlie’s flipflops went flying.
Darlie lie on her back. Casey crawled on hands and knees to get between Darlie’s legs and get on top of her, but Darlie kicked her legs up and slammed her thighs around Casey’s face. Darlie’s thighs simultaneously squeezed and smothered the brunette. Suddenly Darlie tossed her head back and screamed, as Casey took a mouthful of Darlie’s inner thigh and bit her way out. They rolled on the carpet, fighting. Darlie came out on top. She seized the hair over both of Casey’s ears and slammed the back of Casey’s head to the floor, again and again. Casey managed to roll on top and did the same thing to Darlie. Then Casey sat up on Darlie and wrapped her hands around Darlie’s throat. Darlie gagged, her bare feet kicking wildly until she kicked Casey off.
Casey leapt up, as Darlie rose slowly. Casey slammed Darlie back over a table and choked her again. With her back over the table, Darlie punched Casey hard, sending the brunette stumbling out of her shoes and reeling back. Already on top of the table, Darlie stood, reached up, seized the chain holding a hanging light, and used it like a trapeze, swinging and slamming her feet to Casey’s breasts, sending the yelling brunette down hard. In the process, Darlie tore the chain out of the ceiling, sending her crashing flat on her back as the expensive ceiling light shattered on the floor beside her. Ceiling plaster rained down.
They rose, each with an incredible sneer on her face. Each girl tried to claw the other girl’s eyes while trying to protect her own. They mostly ended up trading vicious scratches to each other’s arms and upper chest. A toe-to-toe fist
fight began. Darlie quickly had Casey rocking and swaying, barely on her feet. Casey ran to the nearest shelf and threw a vase, but Darlie ducked. It shattered against a wall. Both girls grabbed anything they could. Liam’s treasured family heirlooms flew back and forth, breaking to pieces. Casey tackled Darlie down and they rolled. Casey wrapped both legs around one of Darlie’s thighs, wrapped both arms around the other, and spread Darlie’s legs wide open in a forced split, threatening to split Darlie in two. Darlie screamed madly as Casey punished her. But Darlie grabbed Casey’s long hair and yanked it viciously, forcing Casey to let go. They leapt up. Casey reached in and clawed her hands around Darlie’s ample breasts, squeezing and digging in her fingernails. Darlie wailed, but she grabbed Casey’s breasts and returned it. Casey’s smaller breast were no match for Darlie’s. The brunette turned around, arms around her chest, her face red and wracked with pain. Standing behind the brunette, Darlie wrapped her arms around Casey, pinning Casey’s arms down by her sides. Then Darlie leaned in and bit the top of the ponytail-wearing brunette’s exposed ear. Casey screamed madly, but she twisted wildly and slung Darlie off.
They started kicking. Both now barefoot, Darlie’s feet dismissed Casey’s feet. A kick to the belly doubled Casey over. She looked up to see the sole of Darlie’s foot smack her in the face, almost breaking her nose and sending her down. Face red, Casey brushed away tears. She looked up from her hands and knees as Darlie stood over her, hands on the sides of her hips, gloating. Furious,
Casey lunged forward and bit Darlie between her legs. Darlie’s scream could have shattered glass. She looked ready to throw up, frozen in place. Casey leapt up,
seized Liam’s laptop computer off a table and slammed it into Darlie’s breasts. Darlie folded over, letting Casey slam the laptop across Darlie’s back, sending her
down. Darlie rose to her knees, hands up, trying to beg off. Casey kicked her under her chin, sending the busty blonde flying back against a wall. Casey threw a kick at Darlie’s head. Darlie ducked. Casey’s foot kicked a hole in the wall. With Casey’s foot momentarily caught in the hole, Darlie kicked her foot up between Casey’s legs. Casey cried out, collapsing.
They staggered up and traded a blur of flailing fists. Better puncher Darlie backed Casey against the wall and started using her like a punching bag. Desperate, Casey cupped her hands over Darlie’s breast and squeezed, her fingernails clawing into Darlie’s flesh. Darlie cupped her hands over Casey’s breasts and returned the favor. Both women squeezed, fingernails digging in. Casey cried out in pain. Darlie’s larger, better breasts were winning until Casey suddenly let go and scratched Darlie’s eyes. Darlie wailed. She turned her back to Casey, cupping her hands over her face. Casey leapt up onto Darlie’s back. She rode her piggyback and wrapped an arm around Darlie’s throat, choking her from behind. Darlie spun in circles, with Casey riding her back. Casey’s outstretched legs knocked over an expensive vase, shattering it. Darlie wrapped her arms around Casey’s outstretched legs and leapt backward, sending them both over backward. Casey’s back crashed down over a coffee table, with Darlie coming down on top of her. The impact split the table in two.
Darlie rose. Casey could not. Tears rolling, Casey tried to beg off, but she
had shown Darlie no mercy, and Darlie wasn’t in the mood to give any to her. She yanked Casey up by her hair and used it to slam Casey breast-first into the wall, cracking the plaster.
With an incredible sneer, Darlie pulled Casey up by her hair and used her ponytail to spin her in circles before sending the top of Casey’s head slamming into a wall-mounted HDTV, destroying it. Darlie pulled her up, drew back, and punched Casey so hard she sent her up off her feet and across the room. Casey lie on her back spread eagle, quaking and cringing. Darlie sat on Casey and rained fists down until Casey lie motionless, eyes closed, out cold from Darlie’s fists. Darlie stopped, sat up, looked down at her helpless foe and savored her victory.
Suddenly lights swept across the window curtain. Darlie leapt up, looking startled. Probably worried that the noise of battle had caused neighbors to call the police, Darlie ran from the house. After about a minute, Casey moaned, and her feet slid on the carpet. She slowly sat up, wiping tears from her reddened face. Then she staggered out and fled, too.
Liam knew neither girl would press charges, since both could be charged with assault. Over the next few days, each girl begged Liam not to press charges, blaming the other for the destruction of his house. Darlie had won, but he doubted they had settled things for good.
One thing was certain. Liam still had a hell of a choice to make!
