Penny
MaxThe air in the Bellagio penthouse had been electric with excitement as the time of the match neared. While anytime two newcomers to apartment wrestling were debuting it was a noteworthy occasion, the advance buzz for tonight was that the two young ladies in question...Penny, an LA waitress and struggling actress, formerly from Nebraska, and Max, a New York City waitress and aspiring baker...were each considerably skilled at fighting. The promise was that this would be a battle not to be missed...and that promise was kept!
From the opening moments, the two bikini-clad hellions tore into one another with abandon. It swiftly became apparent that they were too evenly matched for one to dominate the other for long. The spectators were enraptured by the sight of the two busty beauties (Penny is 34c, and Max is an even more impressive 36dd) savagely battling one another, their bodies glistening with perspiration as their breathing grew labored.
Ultimately, it appeared as if the end was at upon them, as blonde Penny managed to wrap her thighs around Max's head, her thighs...strengthened like steel from a childhood of horseback riding...crushed the gasping, mewling brunette. Max thrashed, her glazed eyes slowly rolling up in their sockets as she was squeezed into unconsciousness. Finally she went limp, and Penny's legs snapped open.
Utterly exhausted from the effort, Penny began to climb back up to her feet to claim her victory when suddenly her whole world exploded like a super-nova! She had not suspected that her rival was only 'playing possum', and with the blonde's defenses down, she was utterly unprepared for the sudden fist that slammed mercilessly into her groin! Penny let out a scream and collapsed in a heap to the carpeted floor, her hands clutching her throbbing womanhood as tears streaked down her face.
Moving with all of the speed her pain-wracked body could muster, Max climbed atop her opponent and pinned her wrists to the floor, then used her feet to grapevine the blonde's legs wide, preventing her from breaking free. With a smug smirk, the New Yorker then lowered her magnificent breasts down, enveloping the face of her helpless opponent. Penny squirmed desperately, her muffled moans signaling her distress, but she was unable to escape. Soon enough, her movements ceased altogether. Max, taking care that the blonde wasn't stealing a page from her own book, kept the smother in place long enough to ensure Penny wasn't faking, and she was indeed knocked out.
Triumphantly, the brunette rose up and planted a bare foot upon the heaving chest of her fallen foe, and in an act of pure meanness she ground her heel into Penny's left breast, drawing forth a pained whine from the slumbering blonde, and basked in the applause of the appreciative elite audience. She was not only flush with the thrill of victory, she knew she could look forward to the $5000 cash which the winner receives (the loser gets $250 and a plane ticket back home).
"A girl could get to like this," she said sardonically, and she was already looking forward to her next fight...and her next payday.
