Interracial Black Friday Beatdown
Black (and Blue) Friday
I am writing about a fight that I had recently. The fight occurred in what should have been the most unlikely location, a lingerie store on Black Friday. I frequent that store and know each of the sales girls by name. I am Latina, 45 years old, 5'7" and weigh 155 pounds with a muscular build. I was a lucha libre star in Mexico for years before returning to the US. Here's the story. Please don't try this at home...
I walk to the local lingerie store to buy a sexy zebra print satin bikini that is on sale for 40% off. I have been looking at the suit for several months, waiting for the perfect price. I show up about ten minutes before opening in order to get my suit. There are a handful of women waiting to get into the store. One skinny little Cambodian-American girl loudly chatting on her cell who is standing next to me. She is about 22, decked out in a skin tight leopard print micro-mini dress that hits about a foot above the knee, and has stunning, high cheekbones. She is wearing 3 inch high heels. She looks to be about 5'6" tall and probably weighs about 120 pounds.
I am bombarded by her conversation. "Yeah, I am go-going tonight at the club. And I got an audition for the part. My agent said to wear a bikini, but make sure to be very classy. Apparently the director hates tattoos and wants someone clean cut. Glad I didn't get that tattoo. They are about to open the store, and I will get that suit. It will be perfect."
Just then Sally, a sales girl, comes to the door to let us in the store. I rush to where my bikini has been on display, relieved to escape the inane chatter of the Asian girl. My heart is pumping as I am about to get a steal of a deal. Where is it? I look wildly around the store and spot my suit. I rush over to it and just as I reach out and grab the bikini top, I see another hand grab the bikini bottom. I look up and see the Asian girl from the phone. The girl grabs the top and tries to pull it out of my hand. "I got here first, so the suit is mine. Give me the top." I said, "I got here first and I am going to get the suit." She looks at me and says, "Look honey, you don't want to mess with me. I am an experienced wrestler. 5 and 0 in jello matches at the club," she brags with a cocky smile. Oh how I want to knock that smile off her face...
I laugh and say, "I prefer to try to solve this without fighting. But I will warn you that I was a champion wrestler in Mexico." In fact, I was extremely accomplished back in the day. Ever since retiring I have missed the adrenaline rush of battle, the fury of two she-cats tearing into one another, the thrill of a close battle. My favorite wins were by knockout, and I would often reject a regular pin in favor of a KO truly establishing my dominance. As I stare at the little Asian hottie's petulant lips, I fondly remember pulling one groggy Japanese goddess off the mat by her long, silky hair so I could finish her with a kick to the head. I can still remember dropping onto her taut belly, pulling her long, sexy leg up and rocking her back onto the mat for a pin amid thunderous applause.
"This bikini is way too small for you anyway. Are you shopping for your daughter?" I am jarred back to reality by the Cambodian girl's insults as she grabs for the bikini. "It's on you skinny little bitch," I hiss.
The girl and I tug on the top, but I am stronger. I pull hard on the top until she is close and can hit her cheek with an open palm. The slap rings out throughout the store, and the other shoppers crowd around to watch. She slaps me back, hard. I am impressed that she can pack such a punch in a skinny body. I wrench her right arm behind her back and apply as much pressure as possible, hoping to get her to tap. "Not going to be nearly that easy, old-timer," she says through clenched teeth. I give a further twist and she shrieks in pain. I see a flash as her left elbow crashes into my belly. "Damn, I have gotten rusty," I think as I struggle for breath. "Just let me dig my elbow out of your soft belly," the Asian taunts. She breaks her right arm free and nurses it while I try to catch my breath. She should strike now, but lacks the experience to know to finish me.
As soon as I get my breath, I kick off my heels and run towards the girl, trying to spear her. She sidesteps me with the agility of a jungle cat and I tumble onto the floor. She kicks me in the side and the butt repeatedly. I am face down on the floor, gasping for breath. This Cambodian go-go dancer clearly knows how to fight, and I am afraid that my ribs may crack. I really don't want to go down in my final fight. I roll to the side and she misses with her next kick. I pop to my feet and she tries to kick me again. I grab her foot and flip her backwards. Her shoes fly off as she tumbles into a display case, her fall broken by satin bras and panties. I lunge forward and grab her by the hair, pulling her upright. She tries to raise her hand in time, but I hit her square on the nose. Her eyes roll back, but she manages to roll to the side. She sweeps my legs and knocks me down, then hits me with a kick to the head. Now my eyes are rolling back. She comes in for another kick, but I block it successfully. We back apart and face each other. She should be trying to use the fact that I am heavier to tire me out by dodging and weaving, but instead the cocky vixen keeps coming straight for me. Still, she is pretty impressive for no training. We run directly at each other and collide hard, then latch onto each other an roll around the floor.
The crowd has been watching, and we each have our fans who are cheering for us. I am so absorbed in the battle that I did not even notice.
I manage to use my superior strength and greater mass to get on top of her. She swipes at me with her sharp nails, but the talons miss their mark. I pop her hard to the head, then grab pull her arms under my legs. I then go to town, punishing her face, belly and breasts. I keep punching, and can see bruises and welts forming. But the go-go girl is tough and manages to keep fighting.
I can see she is weakening, and at one point as her eyes glaze over I grab her silky hair and pull her upright. She sees the punch coming, but can't block it. She falls into the display table again, but this time I grab her micro-mini dress and pull it up over her head. She is wearing a shiny, red satin demi bra and matching string bikini panties. Her lingerie is incredibly skimpy and tight enough to hug every gorgeous curve of her spectacular body. She throws her arms about wildly, trying to land a blow even though the mini dress is completely wrapped around her face and arms. I keep landing blows, and then she manages to land a kick to my knee which allows her to untangle herself.
I step back a few steps, hoping she will come at me. She does, and I hit her with a vicious yakuza kick that launches her into the display table. I rush forward and grab her mini skirt, pulling it completely off her this time. I think she is out, but as I finish stripping off her dress she hits me with a sharp blow the the belly and then the nose. She grabs my shirt and rips it, exposing my own lacy bra. She then hits me with a barrage of punches. My nose is bleeding and jaw aches. She is one tough cookie. I need to finish this soon.
I hit her with a vicious blow to the gut which doubles her over in pain. As she gasps for breath I get behind her, wrap my arm around her neck to apply a sleeper. I drop to my back, then maintain the hold as I pull her back with me. I keep pulling her until her back comes to rest against my belly. Go-go girl thrashes her arms and legs about, panic-stricken that she cannot breathe. I guess they don't use sleeper holds in the jello wrestling pit! I use my free hand to punch her sharply repeatedly in the belly, pushing out what little breath she has left. I keep the hold until her body goes limp. "Is she out?" I ask my fans. They cheer that she is indeed out cold.
I roll out from under her to the cheers of my supporters. "Now for the pin," I say with a grin. I am in heaven as a grab the skinny tart's right leg and rock her into a pin position. I count a ten count and then jump up to cheers!
I decide to have a little fun to celebrate. After a foot on belly pose, I sling the slim Asian over my shoulder and lay her down on a display table. I use her silky hair to pull her back off the display table, then lean her against it. I then slap her several times until she comes to. Her eyes slowly open as she realizes that she has been unconscious and was pinned.
I decide to give her a chance to apologize and avoid more damage to her person and career. "Look, I clearly beat your ass. I am buying the bikini since I won the right to buy it fair as square. All I want is an apology and I will leave you alone." The tart is barely conscious and leans against the table to avoid crashing to the ground. Still, rather than apologizing, she swings weakly at me and tries to spit at me!
I have always wanted to KO a girl with my breasts, so I decide that this is my chance to go for it! I strip off my torn shirt and I am dressed in only my lacy bra and thin satin shorts. I flex my muscular body and glare down at my new self-appointed chew toy. She is is leaning against the table on wobbly legs, barely conscious and clad only in her shiny red satin bra and panties. I force little miss go-go down on the display table and press against her so her arms are pinned behind her back. Comfortable that she is adequately immobilized, I pinch her nose with my right hand and cover her mouth with my DD breasts. She immediately uses what little strength she has left to struggle and squirm, gasping for breath. We are belly to belly, and I feel her firm body flopping and bucking frantically beneath my own as she tries desperately and with all her might to get to oxygen. Her belly button ring tickles me as she twists and squirms. I am completely aroused.
"MMMMMphhh, OOOOOUUUU, UHHHHHHHHHH, MMMMMMMM" are the only sounds that my helpless little hard-bodied victim can make. I relish her muffled screams and moans, and even mimic them to mock and humiliate her. I become so aroused that I briefly caress my breasts with my free left hand as she twitches and squirms beneath me. I look down at the gorgeous vixen beneath me. What the hell, I think, and suddenly change my approach. I move my free left hand lower and begin to stroke and caress her slim belly and jiggly breasts, further enhancing the experience. I now own her in every possible way, and I am savoring every last second of it. After several of the most satisfying couple of minutes I have ever experienced, I feel her entire body go limp. To make sure she is out (and avoid another sucker punch to the nose), I grab her left nipple and give it a sharp twist. She doesn't even twitch!
Although I had already dominated the bimbo in every conceivable way, but for some reason I remember she needs to look clean cut for the director. With an impish grin I grab a magic marker and decide to give her a little body art. Nothing permanent, just something to stay with her until the audition. I take a marker and write in large letters on her belly, "5 and 0 against strippers in jello. 0 and 1 against a pro." I grin widely while admiring my handiwork, then lean down and whisper into the vanquished, unconscious girl's ear, "Try finding a bikini that will hide this, bitch. Lucky for you, I took that zebra print one from you. It would have been much too skimpy. Maybe you can find one with gigantic granny panties. Good luck with your audition."
I pick up her cell and jam it into her mouth, then give her taut tummy a final slap for good measure.
I pick up my bikini and pay for it at the register. It will be a beach bikini and not a wrestling bikini, but every time I wear it I will fondly remember dominating, knocking out and humiliating that bitchy, jello wrestling bimbo. I will go to her club once in a while to see her in action on the stage and in the jello pit, and I will wink at her to remind her of this comeuppance. Who knows, by then I may feel bad about this and stick a c-note in her g-string as I give her a little squeeze, tickle and slap on the ass?
