Jasmine at
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=78407 and myself (Sonja) have been sniping away & trash talking each other for a while ... so thought this is how we'd settle our differences ... MEWR!
BIKER BITCH BASH: SONJA VS JASMINEMy name is Sonja. I had always been a "wild child" who, at a young age; discovered sex, alcohol, drugs, rock and roll, and hanging with a bad crowd to be her forte. In high school, I had no interest in cheerleading, sports, or any mainstream activities; but instead, fell in with the drug and skater culture. After high school and a seemingly endless succession of dead end jobs for several years, I took a job as a cocktail waitress at a seedy little biker bar in a Boston suburb.
I’m a five foot 9 inch brunette and was an instant hit at the bar and quickly became enamored with bikes, bikers, and the whole sub-culture within. Riding on the back of thundering Harley behind an outlaw biker was the ultimate thrill for me and I began spending most of my time riding with my new-found friends.
I adopted the wardrobe of the classic biker babes, with jeans, leather, chains, long dangling ear rings, heavy makeup, and the cocky attitude that went with it. Wild beer parties and drunken orgies were common with my new crowd and I fit in well, partaking of all the pagan delights this new lifestyle had to offer. I readily took on multiple sex partners, three-ways, and even several girl on girl encounters after imbibing enough beer to not care who I was fucking.
After setting my sights on one particular biker that I'd had sex with at one of group's orgies, I found myself confronted one night by the man's angry girlfriend at the bar where I worked. Backed by several other biker babes, the girlfriend goaded me into a fight over the man that turned into a marathon catfight with both of us stripping each other nearly naked in the parking lot. I won the bawdy battle and came away with a new boyfriend, much deserved fear and respect from the other female gang members, and a new love and lust for catfighting.
I had been in a few brief fights in her life, but the fight at the bar was my first major fight with another female and I was immediately addicted to it. The thrill and adrenalin rush of the fight, the unbridled violence, the complete loss of inhibitions, and the carnal sexual nature of fighting semi-naked had me hooked.
As time progressed, I took on all comers; instantly willing to tangle with any female unfortunate enough to cross me or even look at me the wrong way. I had no formal training in fighting but had a natural talent and a strong, lithe body that had an incredibly high tolerance for pain. Pain even sexually aroused me and my new love for fighting even affected my sexual relationships with men. When a lover would pull my hair, slap me around a bit, or just be brutally physical with me, my orgasms would be amazing; unlike the small ones I'd experience during sedate sex.
Rolling down the highway, my short-cropped, buzz cut hair teased by the wind, the thundering vibration of the powerful Harley engine rumbling against my crotch, gave me the ultimate feeling of power and freedom and I loved it. Sometimes, on long rural rides, some of my female cohorts and I would wear bikinis or ride in just panties and bras to shock other travelers on the road and to really feel the vibration of the powerful bikes against our panty-clad cxnts.
On one particular Saturday afternoon, my boyfriend and I, along with six other couples, were on a ride just to check out new roads we'd never traversed before, something we often did to explore new areas. I had on a skimpy ultra-short black spandex shorts, black silk thong panties underneath, a black satin halter top with no bra, my pierced nipples looking large on my perky 36A tits, prominently poking my halter top, and a pair of stiletto heeled shoes with wide silken straps that criss-crossed my ankles and calves. I was laden with jewelry as was my usual style.
We had stopped at a rural convenience store for a rest stop and refreshments with all seven bikes neatly parked in a perfect row of gleaming steel. The store had a small grassy picnic area beside it with several trees and two picnic tables. Several of the biker girls and I were sitting atop one of the picnic tables while the other girls and the men went into the store.
I watched as a car pulled into the store's parking lot and two women got out; one brunette and one blonde. The two women looked out of place and with no men with them; my first thought was to have some fun at their expense. If I got lucky, I might even be able to goad one of them into a fight. I was feeling rather horny & itching for a fight, and nothing put me in a mood for some steamy sex as beating down & dominating another woman - especially with a crowd watching.
Jasmine and Kim had been trying to find a particular store they'd heard about in this area and were hopelessly lost. Seeing a convenience store, Jasmine slowed her car to pull in.
"No!" Kim said quickly. "Don't stop here!"
"Why not?" Jasmine asked.
"Look at all the bikes!" Kim said, pointing at the row of custom choppers and seeing the slutty looking women sitting on the picnic tables.
"So?" Jasmine shrugged. "I'll just run in and ask directions, you can wait in the car if you want."
Jasmine pulled in and parked on the opposite side of the lot from the bikes near the pay phone, shutting off the engine and pulling the keys from the ignition. She got out and Kim followed, not wanting to stay in the car by herself.
The bikers in the store were instantly all over Jasmine and Kim, the leering leather-clad men's eyes fixed on Jasmine's ample breasts clad minimally in a low cut white tank top that left nothing to the imagination. The thin cotton top, with no bra underneath, clearly showed the outline of Jasmine's large areolas and thick nipples pressed tightly against the fabric. Jasmine is 5 ft 6, wearing a short, tight denim skirt, the waistband strings of her blue silk bikini panties peeking out seductively.
"Hey Mama, ya want a ride!" one grizzly looking biker said as he put his arm around Jasmine and she could smell his unwashed body.
"No thanks, I'm not into motorcycles," Jasmine said with a forced smiled, gently removing his arm from her shoulder.
"I wasn't talkin' about no motorcycle," the man grinned, grabbing his crotch and bringing a raucous round of laughter from his friends.
"Cute," Jasmine shook her head. "But NO thanks."
"Awe, c'mon baby, you got a body screamin' to get laid!" the man persisted as the stoic convenience store clerk tried to ignore what was going on, taking a quick glance under the counter at the .357 magnum that gave him some personal reassurance.
"No, thank you," Jasmine said, nonplussed by the lewd advances.
Kim, on the other hand, was terrified and ready to bolt, her knees weak from fear as one rather large leather-clad redheaded female biker glared at her with narrowed eyes.
Jasmine ignored the biker and finally got her directions to continue up the road and take the second right. Jasmine and Kim then quickly and quietly headed for the door, leaving the bikers behind but still whistling and hooting as they watched the two women's asses jiggled and shake as they walked out.
But once they got outside, Jasmine and Kim saw myself and two of the biker women at the front of Jasmine's car. In fact, I was actually sitting on the hood with a stiletto heel digging into the paint.
"Excuse me, that's my car," Jasmine said to me on the hood.
"Yeah, so?" I shrugged casually.
"I'd appreciate it if you got off," Jasmine said firmly but not angrily.
"I don't know," I said slowly. "It's kinda comfy."
My friends were all grinning and watching Jasmine carefully so it wasn't hard to figure out what was going on.
Jasmine knew this type of bitch, having dealt with them before and this was just an intimidation game for their perverse entertainment. Jasmine just didn't feel like being sucked into a no-win situation so she simply walked around the women, opened the door of the car, and began to get in.
"I suggest you move because we're leaving," Jasmine said with a non-threatening smile.
Then, just as Kim opened the passenger side door, one of my friends pushed it closed before she could get in, shaking her head back and forth.
"No one said you could leave," the blonde said, glaring at Kim with a look that made the other blonde cringe.
"Come on, we don't want any trouble," Jasmine said. "We just want to be on our way."
"When WE say so, bitch!" I said thinly, sliding off the hood of the car and walking toward Jasmine who was standing beside the open driver's side door.
"I beg your pardon?" Jasmine asked, her brow furrowed now as the anger welled up within her. She fought to suppress it but her temper sometimes had a mind of its own and became rather unruly when she was treated rudely.
"I don't like uppity rich bitches," I said boldly, staring Jasmine right in the eye.
"I'm no rich bitch, trust me," Jasmine said, trying to lighten the situation.
"I say you are . . . you callin' me a liar?" I said, pushing the issue and trying to goad the busty brunette into a fight. I was already in fight mode and my panties were moist in the crotch at the thought of winding Jasmine's long dark hair around my fists and digging my claws into those oversized tits. I especially enjoyed fighting women with long hair and big breasts since they were always the easiest to defeat with such vulnerable targets to attack.
“No, I'm not calling you anything," Jasmine said, shaking her head. "You're just mistaken about me, that's all. Let's just end this before it gets out of hand, okay?"
"Is that a threat?" I asked quickly, my body stiffening up as if poised to attack.
"Quit putting words in my mouth," Jasmine snapped too quickly, her anger taking control now. The big brunette was simply spoiling for a fight and Jasmine was growing weary of having to kowtow to the bitch.
"Come on, cxnt, you want some of me?!" I challenged openly, casting the gauntlet.
"Fuck off, bitch!" Jasmine hissed, getting in the car and slamming the door. "KIM! Get in the car!"
Kim sheepishly and slowly opened the door, expecting the blonde to stop her but she didn't. Kim slid into the passenger seat and quickly closed the door, locking it instantly. "Get us out of here now!" Kim said in hushed frantic voice.
"FUCKING BITCH!" I screamed, grabbing the door handle as Jasmine fired up the engine and threw the car into reverse.
Jasmine slammed the accelerator to the floor just as I yanked the door open, pulling me off-balance and sending me reeling into the grass near the pay phone. Fuck!
The tires squealed as Jasmine spun the car around, closed the door, and sped off onto the two-lane road. Kim's neck was craned as she watched out the rear window to see if they were going to pursue them. The male bikers were running out of the store now after seeing and hearing the car speed away. The girl's were screaming and feverishly pointing at Jasmine and Kim as they sped away.
We quickly got on our bikes and chased after the two bitches. Finally, we had caught up with them and surrounded their car with out bikes. I screamed and cursed at Jasmine from the bike to pull over and stop as the procession slowed even more. Jasmine's car was trapped and there was no where to go without running over the two lead motorcycles which she wasn't willing to do. Finally, she pulled off the side of the road where the shoulder was a bit wide and gave her room to park.
"That fucking bitch is dead!" Jasmine growled as she slammed the car into park, shut off the engine, and jumped out.
I was also already off the bike that was parked on the other side of the road and was stomping toward the car with fists clenched and a determined look on my face.
"Are you fucking crazy or what?!" Jasmine yelled as the big, butch-looking brunette approached.
"BITCH!" I snarled, slapping Jasmine on the cheek as hard as I could. "You tried to run over me, you fucking cxnt!"
"You're so lucky right now you have all your friends behind you," Jasmine hissed in a low voice, rubbing her reddened cheek.
"This is between you and me, bitch!" I spat defiantly.
"Yeah, right!" Jasmine scoffed.
"You and me, one on one, no interference," I challenged.
Jasmine looked around at the other bikers, not sure what to do. Her anger seethed and she wanted to put the haughty butch bitch in her place but she didn't want to fight seven women and then possibly get raped by seven guys.
"Straight up Mama," my boyfriend said. "You win, you and your friend drive away."
"Okay bitch, over there in that field," Jasmine said, pointing to the field on the other side of the three-rail fence that ran along the side of the road.
Jasmine climbed over the fence while I slid between two of the timbers at the same time. We walked about twenty feet into the field, tossing threats back and forth all the while.
"I'm gonna fuck you up good, cxnt!" I threatened.
"We'll see about that, bitch!" Jasmine fired right back, kicking off her sandals to fight barefoot while I undid the straps to remove her stiletto heels.
The moment I had my shoes off; I let out a war cry and charged at Jasmine, grabbing two handfuls of her long hair. Some of the bikers were already sitting on the fence while some were leaning against it and others were standing on Jasmine's car to get a better view; all of them cheering me on while Kim stood there terrified and shaking like a leaf.
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