Abby Marie 35, 5’-5”, 123 lbs. vs. Karen McDougal 42, 5’-8”, 125 lbs.
“Hey babe I’m going to head down to the lounge for a beer and watch the game. When you are finished with your make up meet me down there for a drink. We will head out to dinner from there.” IRISH told Karen as they met for a tight embrace and a kiss that only lovers share. “I will be down in 10” she told him as they parted. “And don’t pick up any strange woman!” she scolded with a smile as he headed for the door.
Karen returned to the business at hand. Not that the beauty needed any makeup, but she enjoyed dressing to the nines, all dressed up for her man when they went out. LA was a funny town and you never know who you might run into she thought as she went back to applying her eye liner. There was always a strong chance that they would run into a producer or director at their favorite restaurant. Maybe there was a movie roll in her future. Karen smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
IRISH strolled into the hotel lounge and took a seat at the near vacant bar. He chose his seat well. It was near the center of the bar, directly in front of the big screen TV that hung from the wall behind the bar. “What can I get you?” the lovely blonde barmaid asked him with a smile. “Beer please.” He responded. The blonde slid the cold beer and the TV remote across the bar to IRISH. “Put whatever you want on hon.” “Thanks” he said as he flipped on Monday Night Football. “A jock? Nice!” she said with a smile. “Let me know if you need anything.” She added before she was called away by another patron.
Back in their room Karen had finished with the eye liner and was putting the finishing touches on her mascara. She just needed to apply the lipstick and she was just about ready to head to the lounge to meet IRISH. She was in the mood for a nice glass of red wine before they headed out. They didn’t have reservations yet but that was never a problem when the beautiful brunette showed up at the maître d stand and batted her eyelashes. “A few more minutes and I am sure IRISH will be pleased with the wait.” She said to her reflection. “Come on girls!” she said with a smile as she cupped her breast and adjusted her dress.
It was fourth and goal and the home team left their offense out on the field. “That’s it boys go for it!” IRISH yelled at the TV. Realizing that he had said that a little too loud he glanced over at the bar maid who just smiled in return. “Go team!” she called to her patron with a smile. She was hoping for a good tip or maybe more.
“Sorry!” IRISH said to no one in particular, as he faced the bar maid and an older couple who was seated at the other end of the bar. “It’s OK babe.” He heard from his left as he felt someone brush up against his arm. “I like a man with fire!” The blonde headed beauty said as she latched on to his arm. IRISH turned expecting to see Karen sitting beside him but he was startled to see the attractive woman cuddling his arm. IRSIH didn’t know whether to shit or go blind.
The dirty blonde squeezed his bicep as there was a cheer from the TV… Touchdown! IRISH’s gaze shot to the screen to watch the replay, forgetting about the beauty next to him. A win here would mean that his team made the playoffs and watched intently as the extra point was good.
“My name is Abby.” She started the conversation, trying to regain his attention. When his team had scored IRISH had jumped off of his bar stool. Now standing, he had a commanding view, looking down at the blonde’s low cut dress. Her magnificent breast seemed to be bursting out from their restraints. Forgetting about the game he replied “I’m IRISH.” In response to her asking his name. “What do you do?” she continued with the small talk. “I’m a Firefighter” was all that he could muster in response. She smiled at the reply. Of course she already knew that. She knew everything about him.
“What do you do?” he asked her, trying to be friendly. “Let’s just say that I’m a professional.” She said rubbing his arm. He was surprised. Did she just say that? “Professional?” he asked. “Professional like a call girl?” he stammered. She was loving this! This was almost exactly like she had the scene play out in her head. Men are so predictable.
“No!” she said. “I never have paid or have been paid for sex! I take what I want!” The quick witted Irishman was at a complete loss for words. The lovely blonde was enjoying every minute of his discomfort. “What kind of professional?” he was finally able to muster. “Well” she started… “Let’s just say that very rich people pay me to take care of things for them.” IRISH looked even more confused now. She couldn’t hold it any longer and just spit out “I take care of other people’s problems.” “What? Like a body guard?” he asked. “No I’m a mercenary. I’m in town for business.”
IRSIH was having trouble processing what she had just said to him. “So what was she doing here at this hotel?” he asked nervously. His eyes once again scanned her body. It was at this point that he realized how muscular the dirty blonde was. “I’m here on business.” She replied. “I just wanted to stop in and say hello to you.” “Me?” he asked. “Why?”
“Let’s just say that your girl has pissed off some very rich, very powerful people.” She paused for effect as he stood slack jawed before her. “Tomorrow I will be beating the living shit out of your beloved Karen.” “Huh?’ was all he could muster. “I am here to give her the beating of her life. I am being paid very well to hurt her and hurt her bad.” “So why are you here with me?” IRSIH asked. “Tomorrow it will be business… tonight it could be fun. Come see me up in my room tonight and I will take it easy on her.” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “And if I don’t?” he asked Abby. “Then she will get it twice as bad as my employer is looking for. Maybe there is a bonus in it for me!”
Karen entered the lounge and immediately saw IRISH standing at the bar. That wasn’t hard as there were very few people inside the place. He kind of stuck out like a saw thumb with that blonde with the slutty red dress drabbed on his arm. “The slutty blonde what?! Who the fuck is that?!” Karen fumed as she angrily made her way towards the bar.
Seeing Karen approaching from her rear, slightly off to the right, the blonde glanced forward so she was looking towards the back of the bar. Karen walked up and stood in a place between Abby and IRISH. “Hi Babe… Who’s your friend?” Karen asked her guy. IRISH jumped at Karen’s sudden appearance. “Hi Karen, Abby here, it was Abby? Was just telling me that she is here for you.” IRISH said, not knowing how to tell Karen what was going on. “What do you mean she is here for me?” The angry brunette asked.
Abby wasn’t ignoring Karen; rather she was staring straight ahead, directly into the mirror that was on the back wall of the bar. She wasn’t ignoring the brunette, she was studying her every move. “She told me that you pissed someone off and that she is here to kick your ass.” IRISH told his girl, still trying to process the whole situation. Karen took a step back as in disbelief. “Oh is that so?” she asked as she stepped forward. And that is exactly what the blonde mercenary wanted the brunette to do.
Still looking forward, Abbey waited to Karen moved herself into the perfect position. With her left hand, the blonde lifted her cell phone off of the surface of the bar. Annoyed that she was being ignored by the blonde, Karen placed her left hand on the blonde’s right shoulder, looking to spin her on the bar stool to make eye contact with her. What Karen saw was a flash as the blonde took a “selfie” of the two women. What Karen felt was the blonde’s right elbow smashing into her breast, pancaking them against her chest. As the brunette yelped in pain, and before she had a chance to withdraw, the blonde rotated her arm at the shoulder. With her elbow still buried into Karen’s breast, the blonde’s fist smashed into her face as a second flash went off. “Yup! These photos have to be worth a couple of bucks.” She thought as she returned her cell phone to its position on the bar.
With the brunette stunned by the two rapid fire blows and blinded by the repeated flashes, the blonde spun on her barstool so that she was facing the brunette. Karen turned and tried to place some distance between her and the blonde so she could figure out what was happening. Before she was able to get too far, Abby extended her legs and wrapped them around Karen’s waist. The Playmate was trapped between Abby’s muscular thighs. “Uuuuggghhhh!” The brunette grunted as the air was forced from her lungs. Not giving her foe a chance to respond, Abby wrapped her muscular arm around her neck and started to squeeze. With the dual crushing punishment sapping all the strength out of the weekend brunette, Abby glanced over at IRISH as if trying to seek his approval. He looked on in concern as the blonde easily took his girl apart.
As Karen faded, Abby released her leg scissor and planted her feet flat on the floor. Grabbing the Playmate by a fist full of her dark locks, the blonde bounced Karen’s head off of the solid oak bar rail. Abby sensed the fight draining from her opponent. When the brunette’s legs gave way and Abby’s grip on her hair was the only thing holding her up, the angry blonde flung the brunette to the bar floor between the two bar stools. Karen was out before she hit the floor.
Abby grabbed her cell phone from the bar and took a few more photos of the brunette lying spread eagle at her feet. “Hold this!” the blonde commanded as she passed her cell phone off to IRISH. He was stunned and just reached out his hand.
Bending down, straddling the brunette, the blonde grabbed hold of the top of Karen’s dress. With a sharp tug the two spaghetti straps failed exposing the brunette’s breast. Abby took the time to neatly roll the fabric down below Karen’s breast for optimum exposure. Abby spun to face Karen’s feet. Sitting down on the brunette’s breast, the blonde pulled up the short dress to her waist. Standing, Abby quickly took the phone from IRISH and snapped another picture.
She handed the phone back to him again and went to work on Karen once more. Reaching down Abby grabbed the waist band of Karen’s thong and slid them down the unconscious brunette’s shapely legs. She stuffed them into her purse as a little keepsake from their little meeting.
Karen started to stir but Abby wasn’t done with her yet. Placing her left foot to Karen’s side the blonde stomped down on the brunette’s belly with her right foot. The Playmate’s body jackknifed with her upper body flying off of the floor to a seated position.
Abby was reminded of a baseball training toy that her brother had as a kid. You would stomp down on it causing the ball to pop in the air. When it was the right height you would swing away with your little plastic bat sending the ball flying. Well Karen’s face wasn’t whiffle ball and Abby’s foot wasn’t a little plastic bat. That didn’t prevent the nasty blonde from swinging her leg back and blasting the brunette, with her foot, right on the point of her chin. Karen toppled over backwards, splayed out on the bar’s floor once again.
Abby took the phone back from IRISH and snapped one last picture of the fallen brunette before she returned the phone back to her purse. She grabbed IRISH by his shirt and pulled him in close to her, planting a passionate kiss on his lips. He pulled away when he realized that this took place standing directly over his girlfriend’s body. She smiled as that is exactly what she had planned. “Don’t worry IRISH, I don’t think she is going to find out.” The blonde teased.
She turned and picked her purse up off of the bar. This time when she approached him she grabbed him by his belt and pulled him in close once again. She took his hand and slipped a hotel key into it. “Just in case you liked what you saw and want to know a little more about me.” She said with a smile. She stomped down onto Karen’s belly one last time and left the lounge. “What the hell just happened?” a dumbfounded IRISH asked himself.
Just than the pretty barmaid approached him from the opposite side of the bar. She had witnessed the whole beat down. Not going to call it a fight, because that would have implied that Karen had actually participated in it. The experienced barmaid kind of knew when to call the police, when to call hotel security, and when just to stand back and watch. Tonight’s activities fell under the last selection. “It doesn’t look like you girl will be headed out with you tonight. Why don’t you bring her back up to your room and come on back for another drink. I get off at 1.” She said with a smile as she walked back over to take care of another guest.
IRISH reached down and worked Karen’s dress back down so that it covered what it was supposed to. Next he worked what was left of the top back in place to cover her breast. He helped her up and sat her down on the bar stool before she could continue. “Let’s get back to the room.” He told her as he helped her out of the lounge and towards the elevator. She had to lean on him for balance and remained silent the whole ride back to their floor.
Once back in their room he helped her out of her dress and into bed. “What was that all about?” she asked him. “I don’t know babe, I don’t know.” Her battered body needed rest and she quickly fell asleep. He took the hotel key out of his pocket and stared at the plastic card. “I’m going to find out though…” he said as he headed for the door.
More to come….
