[peccavi]

Chapter 1 Back to the beach.
I hadn’t been to any beach since that day when that slut Kelly destroyed me. I'd have won the fight; I’d have had a great day if she hadn’t cheated by biting. I was so close to destroying her when she did. And it all went to shit after that. And since then I had been licking my wounds. Sure I’d slashed the bitch's car tyres, sure I’d fought Wendy and beaten her at the gym but that didn’t mean much. Not when that Indian bitch Nafisa again destroyed me in the club.

I’d have never gone to the beach that Saturday if Cassie hadn’t been working, Rita had been at some reunion and Erin hadn’t been looking after some sick relative. They were making excuses not to see me. I knew it. After that night at the club where each of us ended being fucked they didn’t want to see me, I had failed them. I was lonely without them- though I would have died rather than admit it. And there was no way I was going to beg them to come back again.
 
And I’d have never gone to the beach that day if Mom and Dad hadn’t gone to Indianapolis to visit Dad's cousin Al for the weekend. But there wasn’t much to do at home without them around.
 
And I’d have never gone to the beach that day if I’d not run into Carla a day or so before. She taunted me that I had lost it, that everyone knew that I was a has been, a failure, everyone she said knew what a slut I was, how I’d lost that fight on the beach, how I’d been gang banged. And then she asked me where Julia was. She knew she had to know- that I’d not seen her in weeks.
 
And I needed to rebuild my cred, I needed to show people I wasn’t ashamed of myself, that I wasn’t sulking around in the corners. I needed to be seen, to show I wasn’t scared. Perhaps, Cassis and the rest might come and see me again. Yeah, I needed to do all that, but in truth, I went cuz I was bored.
 
I didn’t go to the same beach where that bitch Kelly had done for me. No I wasn’t going to take that risk but Chicago has plenty of beaches and then there all the ones to the north. I swam I read I watched the scene and I swam again.
 
It was late in the day when I finished my swim. I walked up toward my towel. The whitish sand worsened the setting sun’s glare, made even worse by the reflection from the water and I had my head down to shield my eyes from the glare. And to make sure I didn’t walk into or over any kid.
 
So I didn’t see the woman walking towards me till it was too late. I walked straight into her.
 
"Hey! Uh! Watch where you're going bitch" she hissed, she sounded as surprised as I was. I looked at her; slim attractive bikini clad blonde standing glaring at me, her hands on her hips. And my heart sank. I didn’t want to fight; I’d lost my last beach battle. But I couldn’t avoid it; I’d lose all my cred everything I had if I just turned away.
 
Nothing for it I told myself but to tough it out and hope she would just go away. I had to look more determined than I felt. Much more. I held my breath till my face flushed; I tensed my body "Hey what's this bitch business?" I turned on the girl, glaring back at her. “You want to watch your tongue and don't be rude and say bitch to me. You too could be watching out if so you wouldn't have walked into me," And then my dark side made me add, "You blonde bitch! Are you a true blonde or just naturally dumb?"

 I bit my tongue as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I knew I was just asking for a fight with those comments. And I truly didn’t want one. And I was digging my own grave.
 
"What did you say girl? Now please move so I can get past. " I stood. If I backed off I’d be branded a wimp. The blonde sighed as if it was all so terribly boring. “Please get your big ass out off my way." She pushed me.
 
That was something I couldn’t take. No one pushed me. "Hey don't you be so rude" I looked at her, I was still trying to work out where I had seen her. Then it struck me, this was the bitch I’d seen in the club that horrid night, the bitch who had pounded Cassie and slapped her ass till Cassie came crying back to me. I should have protected the kid instead I let this bitch beat her up. As my dark side reminded me, "You wanted to let her punish Cassie for being bratty towards you. So you let her rip her top, you let her just beat the shit out of your first subbie, your most loyal subbie. And then you humiliated Cassie- your first your most loyal subbie- in front of the other girls You’re a failure as a Domme and you showed that to all your girls."
 
I had to avenge the kid. "How about you behave or do you need a lesson in manners girl?" I tensed. I just knew this bitch had recognised me and was spoiling to fight me.
 
"Are you looking for a fight bitch? You don't want to go there. I'm not in the mood. Just get out of my way please." She showed she was lying when I stepped sideways; hell I was still unsure about this, I remembered the last time I fought on a beach.. She stepped forward pressing right into my chest. We stood our breasts pancaked staring at each other.
 
I wasn’t going to take this. "So you're not looking for a fight! Well then leave me alone! Let me be and apologise and go on your own way." Buttressing myself with my left leg I pushed hard. Later I realized it was the same way I had started that horrid fight with Kelly but by stepping back a pace It worked then- I had as good as won that fight till the cheating whore bit me. This time it worked too, it usually did. I made my weight work for me.
 
The blonde stumbled. She was furious. "That's it bitch! You are going down and out." She screamed swinging a wild right hand slap around for the side of my face. Her slap stung.
 
She wanted to slap, I’d return her favour. Yanking on blondie’s long hair I pulled her face towards me. "Suffer bitch" I slapped her face repeatedly as I jerked her hair about. She groaned.
 
‘Take it whore,' the blonde screamed. I staggered back coughing, clutching my gut. She had kneed me hard. I sucked air into my lungs. I tried to recover. The bitch smiled "What's the matter bitch not talking so tough now? Nah, I know you Peccavi, you’re a $20 whore who fights." She paused before adding, ‘and loses" Even while speaking she followed her successful move with a straight kick aiming low.
 
I was lucky then, dodging the full force of the kick, taking it instead on my outer thigh. I swept in before she could recover her balance landing punches quickly. The bitch recovered and we started to trade punches. She began to pound me, I should have known she would be better at this, she had longer reach and she was faster. She was trashing me. I had to do something. I stepped back slightly and swung my knee into her gut. "Two can play at that game slut." It would have been the wrong move according to my fight instructor, according to all I knew. Smokin’ Joe Frazier got in quick and close and pounded the body. He defeated men with a longer reach. But the kick worked.
 
The slut gasped, doubled over and put her arms up defensively. And now I moved in. I attacked with a punch to her belly and another to her head. She doubled up more. I tried to press the advantage. I needed to, I was tiring. I was hot, sweat poured of me. Her face was shiny but she looked fresh compared to me. I closed on her and tried to punch her again. She charged driving her right shoulder into my belly.
 
“Fuck you slut" I staggered backward, arms windmilling, trying to keep upright. I was winded.
 
"Finish her off blondie," yelled some guy in the crowd.
 
She kicked me, I dodged, it still hit me on the thigh. I was hurt. No, I was aching. I stepped back. I wanted space. I didn’t get any. She came after me, hissing, "Take that you slut," seizing my t shirt, ripping it apart. My tits spilled out swinging free. She slammed me hard forcing me back. That was my trick though; she was playing to my strength. I shoved hard slamming her back again. She staggered I stepped forward trying to grab her in a bear hug.
 
"Oh shit no," some man yelled "She'll crush you with her weight. Fiona do something."
 
I knew that voice, I looked at the speaker. I almost threw up. It was Lobsey. That man from the El station, the ringleader, the man who had made me- shit I still don’t know how- will power is the only word I know - blow him and his friends at the station that horrid night when Nafisa beat me. He smiled, staring at me. I couldn’t meet his gaze, my eyes dropped I looked at the sand. All that fear, self loathing and –damn it all- lust welled up. That guy owned me. As surely as I owned Cassie. But I didn’t want him to. I hated him; he made me all subbie –subbie to him- a guy.
 
I faltered, clutching my gut. I’d been watching Lobsey not the bitch. And she kicked me. Again I wanted to throw up. The bitch charged forward her hands above her head ready to slam it on my neck. But she wasn’t looking at me. I sidestepped, raised my knee and she ran straight into it.
 
"You fucking skank" she howled, staggering past me, clutching her tummy, doubled over, her hair covering her face.
 
"Yes" I hissed I pushed her further forward, she went over on her knees. I couldn’t do more just then. Lobsey was there. All I could do was stand and gasp. And stop myself from looking at him. She got to her feet. I moved in. she kicked. "Fuck, arrgh my gut." I dropped to the sand moaning, clutching my belly.
 
"Finish her now Fiona" Lobsey said. I looked at him, mouth gaping open wide eyed.
 
The bitch seized my hair pulling my head between her thighs in a standing head scissors. She reached over my back seized the waistband of my bottoms and pulled them giving me a horrid wedgie "Scream for me bitch"
 
I did "Fuck you whore...arrgh, arrgh bitch." I tried to free myself from the trap. I clawed at hers legs with one hand and at her pussy with her other hand.
 
She yelled in pain but kept hold, pulling on the bikini bottoms till they ripped free of me. She stepped back twirling my bottoms on her finger "Lose something bitch" she smirked.
 
"Damn you Fiona you're playing to the crowd" Lobsey muttered He was right, she wasn’t watching. I got up and charge my head lowered. I got her right in the midsection. She staggered. I grabbed her round the waist; I slammed my head into her again. She was winded; she fell to the sand; she dragged me down with her.
 
We writhed on the sand each trying to get the advantage. She slammed her knee into my belly. I moaned. She tried to get to her feet but I came after her. I pulled her top dragging her back. As the bikini strap broke she tried to elbow my throat,she hit me in the breast instead.
 
I pummelled her sides as we both got to our feet. I attacked body slamming her, tripping her. I forced her to her knees. Now I was behind her. She groped trying to reach me. Instead I got her hair. I jerked hard. I was almost exhausted, my arms felt like lead but I got her. She fell backwards on the sand. I dragged her by her hair. A few yards. Then a few more. I laughed. She couldn’t do anything. Her scalp must have hurt her so bad. I pulled her head between my thighs. I held it here and as she tried to kick out and free herself I seized an ankle.
 
"What's happened Fiona you were winning? Come on! Smash the fat trailer trash!" Lobsey scared me again.
 
"He’s right, give in you’ve lost it you don’t deserve to win." My dark side growled. "You’re a whore, a fat stupid $20 a trick whore."
 
I shook my head. "It’s now or never" I told myself ‘you can be this guys slave or you might get free. Seize the day." I raised her leg higher and higher. I put my last reserves into this. I was panting heaving but I had her arched till her shoulders were all that was on the ground, her ankle as high as my chest.
 
I let go. She slammed into the sand. She lay there moaning. I opened my thighs. Her head flopped back on the sand.
 
"Oh no Fiona! Move honey! She's going to sit on your face. She's going to try to smother you." Lobsey was still cheering for his girl. I knew I had to destroy her to have any chance of breaking his hold on me.
 
The bitch hissed. "No you don't bitch oh no" But I did. I turned her face so it was upright.
 
"Have a look blondie. This will be the last time you see the sun for a while." I planted my ass on her face. She thrashed around with her hands till I seized them and planted them under my feet. I squirmed on her face till I felt her nose firmly between my butt cheeks.

I had won. And now I was going to humiliate Lobsey’s girl. And him. Even as I thought that, my dark side answered me’ you’re his whore, you’re his $20 whore. Nothing but his slut. You were so hot for him you humped the concrete seat. And you want it again. Don’t you." I moaned, I realised I was fingering myself. I had done it subconsciously.
 
"You want to be his whore don’t you? You want to show how low you are, don’t you" there was my subconscious again. And it was right. One look at him made me hot; made me weak, made me needy like the worst room whore in Chatro. I stroked my tit, I was so hot! I had to break the tension. I looked at Lobsey and looked away, not able to meet his gaze. I worked my finger again.
 
The crowd cheered me. But there was only one man there as far as I was concerned. I had to break his hold on me I taunted him. "Your girl's nose is right in my asshole."
 
Some woman yelled out “Smother the bitch, strip the sexy skank. Leave her naked" A few guys cheered.
 
I looked at him; the crowd were on my side. He stared back. My blood froze. "So what Jenn, you seem to have won, it was a fair fight. But do you really have to flash everyone your pussy? Do you really have to celebrate by fingering yourself? Do you have to show just how big a slut you really are? "
 
I looked away.
 
Again someone said, "Oh god she is a complete slut"
 
And someone else muttered in disgust, "Yes, fingering herself in public, just disgraceful. Damn trash slut."
 
I flushed.
 
"So slut, you have some shame...not much perhaps but some." Lobsey snapped. "You heard them; you are trailer trash, a complete slut."
 
Oh god how right he was. He knew me; he could have had me there and then. Oh god. I hated him oh fuck I wanted him. Even the thought almost made me cum. I was twitching, moaning, tossing my head about as I fingered myself. God I wanted a victory fuck, I had his bitch under me. Out cold. I was better than she was. He looked at me again. I knew he wanted me. "Oh my god! Oh fuck! O yes, yes oh yes oh god.’   My head jerked, I shook as I came gushing. I held his bitch’s waist. "Oh god yes! Fuck yes oh oh ohhh oh yes!" I slapped her tits in triumph" Oh slut you lost big time." I rolled off her onto the sand. A moment later I had recovered. I moved back and slipped my hands round her bottoms.
 
"Don't you dare pull them down slut, she is not a slut like you" Lobseys’ words lashed me.
 
"Why not? She stripped me! It’s only fair." I tried to reply forcing the words out, more than half choked by fear and lust. He terrified me, he made me weak, he made me want him so bad. I bit my tongue and added, "And she would have done a helluva lot more to me then just strip me. And so would you! Fairs fair!"
 
"You're right Jenn. I would have done a lot more. And so would you." He came right up to me and whispered "And you did do more. How many was it...a dozen or was it more- up in the sand hills. No I forgot they did you. They used you like the whore you are! And then how many did you do on the L? “I blanched shuddering. He was right, and oh god I wanted it so bad. "Stand up slut" he ordered. I obeyed. He held my hand high, turning to the crowd. "This horny slut who showed just what a slut she is by masturbating in front of all you has won. Her name's Jenn Peccavi. I think she deserves a clap." The crowd cheered. "Now this slut wants to strip Fiona, the girl she beat. As the slut says Fiona stripped her. So what do you think? Can the slut strip Fiona?"
 
I flinched each time he repeated slut, knowing it was true, knowing I was his slut, hating him for making me so and myself for being too weak to resist him. "Cheer if you want the slut to strip Fiona, boo if you don't want her too."
 
The crowd cheered. "Well, slut, the cheers win so you can strip her." He slapped my ass as I bent down and again as I stood up.
 
He was furious, I had stripped his girl, he was more furious the crowd cheered for me. He was trying to make his bitch again, reminding me what had happened that night, making me recognise once again my own lust, my own need for him. He had to. He knew that his control weakened when the crowd was on my side. I could appeal to them. "Don't call me a slut!"
 
"Why not? You are a slut. Only a slut would finger herself in front of a crowd. Cheer if you think I am wrong and if you think this fat bitch is not a slut. Boo if you think she is a slut!"

The boos were almost deafening. I was wrong, they were on his side. I felt so weak. Lobsey whispered again "Its ok Jenn, help me with Fiona and I'll get you out of this crowd."
 
He was being kind, but if I took him at his word I would surrender to him. I’d played the same trick often enough myself. And I was so near to total complete unconditional surrender. I bit my tongue, "Fuck you, you caused this.”
 
"No sweetie you did, you finger fucked yourself. You showed just what sort of slut you are. But that's happened. Now help me with Fiona "I don't like your chance of getting out of here unaided. You want a fuck? Yeah I know you do." I shivered, he read me so well. There was no point in protesting. "Come on don't give me that. I know what you do. Remember. You did it to me. And that was when you lost. But do you really want a public gangbang. That's what you'll get if you don't have someone to help you. Come on you help me, I'll help you".
 
I was so near to being defeated. "You help me! Hell you just want a fuck."
 
"That's right and you're going to give me one. Just like you blew me and the others at the metro. You're a slut. No you're a whore -we paid you."

"Screw you, get lost." I blustered I couldn’t look him in the eye
  
"Look at me, Jenn Peccavi, look at me and say that again. Yeah you can't can you? Now if you don't help me you'll be in so much trouble. How many guys out there have hardons at the thought of fucking you? How many more would have if they knew what you did up at the sand hills or in the L station?" He spoke to the crowd, "Go on slut strip Fiona.’
 
I nodded. I had his permission. I stripped her. I rubbed her pussy. She was wet.
 
Some guy jeered "She might be wet but she didn't finger herself like you did slut. She didn't cum like you did slut!"
 
"See I am not the only one who knows just what you are Jenn" Lobsey said.
 
The other guy pushed his way forward into the centre of the circle. He grabbed hold of my waist pulling her toward him. I struggled. He kissed me firmly on the lips and squeezed my tits. "Stop it" I tried to sound tough. I didn’t feel it, not when I was as wet as fuck for Lobsey.

"Why should I? You like it."

"Stop it you bastard" he was hurting me. I glanced at Lobsey; he had said he would help me. But would he?

"You heard the lady. Stop it." Lobsey was helping me. I was so grateful.

"What lady, all I see here is this fat slut? We agreed she was one. Now come on babe, let’s see you what you can do." He turned kissing me again. "Shit you bitch" He stepped back his face red from where I slapped him.

"Well you wouldn't take no for an answer."
 
"You're going to be so sorry you slapped me bitch! I am going to make your ass so sore you won't be able to sit down for a week. And your pussy will be so stretched no guy will want to fuck you." He twisted my hand.
 
I kneed him in the balls. He staggered back groaning. I finished him with a punch to his face. He went down heavily.
 
I looked at Lobsey, I was so pleased with myself I wanted him to be pleased with me too.

"Well done .But you couldn't do that to me. We both know what you did for me and my friends, at the L stop" He wasn’t pleased, he wanted me as his whore and just then I wanted to be that. His whore. Shit, I didn’t want it but I wanted it if he wanted it. I had sunk so low. He owned me, as sure as I owned Cassie or Chelle or Erin. And all of them wanted to be mine, I protected Cassie from her mom years ago, and ever since I’ve looked after her. I helped Chelle get a job, I helped her go to junior college, I looked after her too. And Erin . I’ve helped them all. This guy would never help me, this guy just wanted to fuck me. And I wanted it. I was totally destroyed. Never by a girl, never from a fight. Sure I’d been down, a few times, begging for sex from some Domme bitch who fought me. But I’d bounced back. IT had never been like this. And he didn’t even have to touch me. Just his presence. I was lost.
 
Then totally unexpectedly I was rescued. Some dark haired god took my hand raising it. "Cheer for this babe. She saw off that jerk.” The crowd cheered. "Pose for us Jenn, put your foot on the idiots belly."

The guy on the sand groaned loudly. I ground my heel into his gut.

"Hey I said put your foot on his belly. I didn't say you should stamp on it."
 
I giggled. "You didn't say I shouldn't either."

He shook his head chuckling "Some people, give them an inch and they'll take a yard."

"I don't do things by halves." I giggled again.

"Sweetie I think you pushed the envelope" he retorted.
 
“ Opportunity doesn't knock twice, that" I pointed to the guy still squirming on the sand "was too good an invitation to refuse."

"But don't you think you were a bit hasty --fools rush in where angels fear to tread. But then babe you're no angel are you? I'll bet you can resist everything except temptation."

"Oh" I laughed aloud "has someone been telling tales out of school?"

Hey babe" he said, dropping her arm "you're on the big screen." He pointed to where a band had been playing at the end of the beach. There was a screen behind it. Earlier on the screen had shown video clips, and then when the band was playing close ups of the musicians and singers. I looked and there was a clip of me king hitting that idiot who now was just beginning to get to his feet. "You're big time today. Maybe this is your 15 minutes of fame."

"Hey cut the clichés, Pecca tell him about your real 15 minutes of fame. How you were on the net. Having your fat ass slapped with a thong. Being gang banged" Lobsey's words cut me. I drooped.
 
The other guy cuddled me. "Bad memories babe, don't worry about them Look at the screen.”I did- there was me trashing Lobsey’s bitch "Enjoy these memories. I am sure you like to win don't you babe. "

[peccavi]

[chapter 1 continued]
I giggled at the next clip- me astride of Fiona.

"Hey the band is beginning to play. Come on babe, show us some moves" the man said as he spun me round so I had my back to him. He grasped my hips and moved to the beat. Then placing his hands firmly on my hips he began moving in time to the music.
 
I stood stiff and still. "No I can't. Not like this." I was shit scared of Lobsey. What would he do?

"Come on babe, trust your body, come on" the guy coaxed me. I stepped towards Lobsey- I don’t know why; I hated him. The guy pulled me gently back towards him. "No, I can’t" I muttered looking at Lobsey. "I really can’t. "

"Oh sure you can babe, don't be so gloomy. You said only a moment ago 'opportunity doesn't knock twice' Here is your opportunity. Seize the day" He stepped forward again. This time he took me in his arms cuddling me, kissing me. It felt so good.But I still needed to see what he would do. I stamped on his foot, not hard. What would Lobsey do, would he intervene?

The guy hopped a bit, groaning but it was all pretence. "Oh sweetie, that's not like you." He wiggled his foot in the air. "You hurt my foot. That wasn't very nice of you."

"Who said I am a nice girl? I giggled. Lobsey wasn’t doing anything. He was letting me go with this guy.

"Not me, I didn't say you were a good girl either."

"Hey, that's rich; I should slap your face."
 
"He’s right; you’re not a good girl. You’re a cheap whore Peccavi. Do you really think this guy- or anyone else – would do anything because he likes you? No way, you’re trash good for one thing and one thing only." It was Lobsey. I looked at him and quaked. I knew he was right this guy only wanted to fuck me too.

But the guy went on with his banter like Lobsey wasn’t there "Good girls wouldn't fight like you did. But you know what they say about good girls. They go to heaven but bad girls like you go everywhere. You're such a hot babe. Such a fun girl. I know. I saw earlier. And so good at fighting. He pushed a bit harder. I let him. He spoke a little louder, loud enough for those around to hear. "You're a hot babe. I know you like being the centre of attention. You showed that in the fight. You showed that again the way you stood naked after the fight. You showed that again the way you stripped the girl you beat. You can be the centre again. Let other people see just how hot and sexy you are, hun. Show them that hot body."

His hands pushed a little harder and I started to sway. It was so good. And he was right. Oh fuck did I want to be the centre of attraction- everyone watching fat stupid me.

The guy stepped back, his hands rested gently on my hips. He looked around at the crowd. He lent back in saying "Babe some of the crowd is looking at you. Surely you want every guy watching you? Don't you want their girlfriends hating you? Don't you want them scared their men want to fuck you? Just think of the girls wanting to tear you apart but too scared after what happened to that girl you beat. Can you feel the guys watching you? Make all of them watch you, feasting their eyes on you, getting hard as you dance, imagine it, make them cream their jeans. Strut your stuff and then leave them."

Sure I wanted it but he was pushing me too much, at least when Lobsey was staring at me. I shivered. Lobsey still made me shrivel inside. I knew what he wanted- me. I knew that this guy was taking me away from him. I wanted that, I didn’t want Lobsey and yet I did. Lobsey was willing me to leave this guy. Lobsey’s eyes bored into my soul. I shuddered. I knew I had to stop this guy from dancing with me. I slapped his hands.
 

"Hey babe don't you like it? .Don't you like being on that big screen up there. Come on babe, trust your body, go with the flow, look at the people round you. They are dancing. They were following the band. You want them to follow you don't you. You want to be the centre, the main event. And you can be. Let me lead you.”

He turned to the crowd. "Who wants to see this big hot babe dance" he paused for a few seconds then went on, "naked." Again he paused "cheer if you do."

"Babe, hear those loud cheers! What does that tell you? They want you. The crowd, all these people looking on, that the crowd want as the centre, the big event."

He slid his hands round my waist drawing me closer. "Sure you want to make them remember you as more than a fighter, lets show them how you dance. Don't be so negative, I am sure you are as hot a dancer as you are a fighter. I am sure you'd be on the screen again. Like you were before when it showed your fight. You were the centre of attention then."

"Shit yes!" I gasped, looking around. A few couples in the circle round us were dancing. It was a cool band playing hit tunes.

"Oh yes babe it showed you fighting, it showed you winning. It showed you sitting on her face. The whole beach saw. And I am sure they would show you dancing come on babe. Let's give them a treat. You don't want those others to be on the screen instead of you babe do you?"
 
Of course I wanted to be on the screen I wanted to believe I was as good as those hot sluts.
 
"Hey babe show these people what you can do, show just how hot you are. They want to see you babe. You heard how they cheered" I started dancing.

In a few moments the guy slipped his hands up and down my flanks. "Hey what are you doing?" I asked grabbing his hands taking them down to my hips again. I danced with him. It felt so good.

"See you are a hot babe. I knew it. See the people following your move, let’s show them some more". I shook my head. I needed to think out some step. I did I slid my hands up my side then above my head. Thrusting my hands into the air I clapped with the beat. I followed some of the dancers on the stage. Soon others were following me.

"Oh sweetie, don't you want to dance more? Don't you want to strut your stuff flaunt your body. Look at all these people. Don't tell me you're embarrassed. "He paused then clapped his hands to his face as if horrified "Oh babe I know what it is, I haven't been introduced to you. Well hi, I know your name is Jenn mine is Andrew but my friends call me Drew. So of course you will call me Drew won't you Jenn. Because I know we are going to be very close friends."
 
"You really do push yourself."

"Oh yes I'm not backward in coming forward." Drew slid his hands round my waist then up and down my body.

"You can say that again" His hands roamed freely. They felt so good. He slipped his hands round my belly. he ground my ass into his crotch. He was going too far. "Hey stop that" I half giggled. The guy kept going. "No I mean it". I pushed away.

"Hey Jenn babe, come on you were dancing so well. I thought we might sort of meld together. Let's give it a go." He drew me back and we danced again.
 
"Peccavi, just like you to tease a guy, just like you to show yourself off to all these people here, you want to run off now and leave him hot and bothered don't you?" I had almost forgotten Lobsey was there. He made me so weak he scared me and again he was wrecking everything. Drew was so much nicer than he was. But Lobsey oozed power.
I tried to close him out of my mind. I tried to look every where but at him.

"Come on babe ignore him you don't need to feel bad you're a hot babe. Come on lets meld." Drew stroked my hair, I felt wanted... "Don't let him bug you babe, feel good. Let your body talk for you, follow it."

He slid his hands round my belly, pulling me back and grinding his crotch into my ass. I stood there dancing slowly; hardly moving. I was watching Lobsey. He stepped forward. "Peccavi, come here. Come here now!" I shrivelled; I looked at Drew and at Lobsey. Without wanting to, hating myself I took a step towards that horrid man that man who knew what I really was- a whore. Lobsey grabbed at my hand.
 
Once more Drew saved me. He stared at Lobsey, he was smaller but he had the crowd on his side when he said ‘The lady’s made a choice and that choice is not to be with you. So back off, or are you going to show everyone here what a coward you are by forcing her? Perhaps you need to show the crowd that you can only get a girl by force."
 
He drew me back into his arms I slid my hands round to Drew’s sides and danced; I slid the hands down to his ass. I squeezed him there and as he ground his crotch into me I ground back I almost came then, excitement, pleasure, gratitude flowed over me. I had my cred, my power back. I was out of Lobsey’s control. "For the moment" my dark side insisted.
 
I glanced at Lobsey. His face was dark with rage and frustration.
 
Drew stroked my tummy; his hands crept up to the base of my tits. It felt so good. I rested my head on his shoulder. He played with my nipples. I sighed. I saw the screen was showing me. Yes me, I was the main event there.

Drew smiled “see babe, see you're big time now. Look on the screen." He slipped one hand down, sliding over my tummy and down further. "Everyone can see you, imagine every guy wanting to do this" he stroked my pussy lips.

"Oh fuck oh, oh, oh shit" I was so hot.

He slid a finger inside me. "Imagine every guy wanting to do this."

"Oh ooh arrgh” I almost came then.
 
"Then he added more quietly "I know just how much you like showing off like this. But how would you like a private fuck? Come on, you're one hot babe. And I know how much you like to fuck. You're just ready right now. Come on babe. Come back to my car. We will go somewhere quiet- where we can be alone."
 
I took Drew’s hand and started to walk up the beach.
 
I was so hot, so horny that if Drew had wanted, had given the slightest suggestion he wanted, I’d have given him a blow job right then and there on the beach. I was so hot I needed Drew to put his arm round me to hold me up.
 
Together we walked away from a fuming Lobsey engaged in his own argument with his girl.
 
Drew and I found my bag, I wrapped my sarong round my waist and pulled a shirt on and we went to his auto, parked under some trees by itself away from any one. If I was hot on the beach I was boiling now, Drew bent towards me kissing me, my tongue licked his lips and slid into his mouth, my hands groped all over his body. In a second his hands had pushed my shirt back- I'd never buttoned it and were playing with my breasts. In a few seconds more I had his shorts down, and was playing with his shaft. He pushed me back against his car and then back more so my back and ass lay on the hood, my legs barely touching the ground. "Take me Drew" I begged tugging at my sarong. And he did, he fucked me as I lay on the hood of his Taurus. It was fast, hard, there was no romance and little gentleness, and it was exactly what I wanted- and needed.
 
When it was over I kissed him and thanked him. I wanted this guy. I needed to have someone want me, someone who wanted me as a person, not as a toy to throw away -not to be played with like Lobsey would play with me. I didn't Drew to think I was just some slut he could fuck once and leave. I took him down to a bar at the end of the beach and we sat drinking and chatting for a while. I thought about inviting him back home- knowing my parents would still be away. But hell, what would he think of me if he knew I was still living with my parents. So I started asking more questions about himself. Rita had always said the way to get a guy was to get him to talk about himself- they love doing it. And she should know, the first of all my friends to be married and to have a family. And she was right, he did like talking about himself. I found out he was quite a bit older than me- 34 and divorced. I told him that was alright – I liked men with experience. He went on sadly about how his ex had gone back to Madison with their daughter and how he hardly ever saw his child now. I reached across the table and held his hand, telling him how I couldn’t know his hurt but sympathised with it- as of course I did. Divorce was cruel. It had fucked up Cassie's life as a kid. I praised him for wanting to be part of his kid's life still.
 
Drew told me about his work as a plant foreman in a company that made plastic products. I talked briefly about how NAFTA stank, how it threatened job security, he smiled and talked about his worries there too.
 
I glanced out side and feigned surprise at how late it was and offered to buy a steak at the bar for us both. He protested till I told him-giggling- "I will be seriously angry if you don't let me buy you dinner, and you know what happens when I get angry- remember that bitch who tried to fight me, and that guy whose balls are still aching."
 
He laughed and gave in. A meal later we were getting on well. We talked a lot, or rather he did mostly I asked questions and let him go on with his answers. I tried to make a few intelligent comments and the conversation went on. I made sure I kept filling his wine glass, but only sipped my own. I held his hand for a while between the steak and the dessert and pressed my thigh against his. He stroked my hand with his thumb.
 
About 10 pm I again feigned surprise at the time and then asked how he was going home ' you don’t want to get picked up for drink driving'. I'll drive you home and pick you up in the morning and we can come back for your car." He agreed and we went off in my Capri . We talked a bit about cars. I got to his house and before he got out gave him a passionate kiss, and groped for his shorts. Like I hoped he was very hard. He invited me inside for the proverbial coffee. I didn’t give him time to get to his kitchen, catching him in a hug and within a minute we were on the sofa tearing each others clothes off. Sex was even better the second time. After that we had the coffee and chatted a bit more.
 
I went to the bathroom, and came out -"Drew you haven’t quite told the truth here, who else stays here?"
 
He looked at me blankly.
 
"There's a woman's stuff on the bathroom shelves- shampoo, toiletries and all that. Who?"
 
He turned red "Err Cindy- she's kind of my girlfriend. Well we don’t live together or anything. More of a friend with benefits if you know what I mean.
 
I wasn’t going to let a 'kind of girlfriend' stand in my way. Even while he stood there looking flustered- after all I had caught him out- I went down on my knees and gave him a blowjob. I put everything I knew into it, all the technique I could, deep throating him, licking, sucking, every trick I knew. And I knew a lot. Several times I sensed he was about to come and I slacked off, calming him until finally -and in my time- he came moaning and almost sobbing. I swallowed it all. He had to hold onto my head to stop falling. He was still shaky a moment later when he said 'oh god that was the best ever."
 
I washed my mouth out and kissed him. He looked timid, shy even. I had put everything I knew into that blow job and I knew that while he loved what I had done, he was scared. I could almost hear him thinking ‘who is this tigress?" I knew the dynamics had changed. Now I was in charge. I knew I could take him away from that "kinda girlfriend’ lots of hot sex, I’d cook for him, never give him a chance to think back to her.
 
We talked a bit more before I led him to his bedroom and got him lying down face up. I straddled him and rode him till he came again. And he made me cum too by playing with my breasts and my pussy. We dozed off in each other's arms. About an hour later I woke in a cold sweat- I'd had some strange dream of Lobsey, I was so confused. I clung to Drew, I woke him up. I didn’t want him to see I was close to tears. That wouldn’t have been good for the tough girl image I was trying to make. And he would have if he had turned on the lights or even if he stroked my face, I felt some drops glisten in my eyes. I gave him a blow job, not perhaps as good as the first but it made him moan and sigh and tell me I was so good. Again I woke up about 3 am according to his bedside clock, woke him up by starting to give him another blow job, I didn’t finish it. Instead I rolled him onto his back and rode him again. And after that I pushed his head down to my pussy -he ate me out. I came hard. Oh yes now I was in charge!
 
The next morning I got up early and hunted round his kitchen till I found what I wanted. For a guy on his own -even some of the time – it was well stocked. Cindy was more than a 'kinda girlfriend". But when I was finished she'd be an ex. Nothing more. I walked back into the bedroom with a tray of fresh pancakes, bacon and eggs and steaming hot coffee.
Drew's eyes goggled; I was sure he clearly had never had anyone do this for him before. He recovered, smiled and thanked me and we ate sitting on the side of the bed. I cleared the plates. "Time you had a shower and we got off and got your car."
 
As soon as he was in the shower I joined him. Again he didn’t expect that. And he didn’t expect the sex there either. "Jenn, I'm exhausted it’s like five times.” He didn’t seem to mind too much once more.
 
I drove him back to the beach and we stayed there the rest of the morning, swimming, reading, chatting and just being together.
 
In the afternoon we went back to his place. It was just like the night before; we tore at each other’s clothes and made love on the floor. Drew said he was tired out and went to have a snooze. I baked some cinnamon rolls. I read a bit and then when the scrolls cooked took them out of the oven and brought them up to Drew with some coffee. "Hun, you cook so well," he said.
 
"You gotta earn your supper Drew" I smiled and slipped his shorts down. This time I let him fuck me with him on top.
 
Afterward we chatted and we got a pizza and ate it on his sofa. I finished and turned around, straddling him my face towards his. "Oh Jenn, you’re insatiable" he complained. But he did me and he did me well.
 
"Jenn hun I gotta work tomorrow, and I am so tired," Drew said wryly.
 
"Yeah we both need some sleep."
 
"I want to see you after work on Tuesday. I can't on Monday I gotta work back."
 
I bit my tongue to stop from cheering as I agreed to see him. I coasted through Monday nothing was too hard at work I was on some high. Everything went so well. And the same on Tuesday, it was such a difference being well fucked and having a decent guy. And Tuesday was just a shortened version of Saturday night. Shortened only because we both had to work on Wednesday- and I had to work back too. We met again on Thursday and made plans for the weekend.
 

[peccavi]

Chapter 2 Troubles with the ex? Nothing a fight can't solve
 
Friday night we took a movie and went back to Drew's house. And of course had heaps of sex. Saturday we went out hiking in the woods. I found something about pine needles - they are very prickly, so prickly you can’t stop thinking of them even when you're being fucked.
 
I cooked dinner that night and after dinner we went to bed. I had just got comfortable when someone started banging on the door and yelling. I put a robe on and went down to see, Drew following.
 
I opened the door and a furious blonde in her early 30s dressed in shorts and blouse pushed in. "Cindy- Lou" gasped Drew.
 
"Yes and I'm here to hand this fat slut her ass and put her on the kerb."
 
I looked at this woman -this kinda girlfriend' more closely. She was about my height, slimmer, big tits probably a 36DD- which left my rack a bit small looking; she had a bit of costume jewellery -bracelets and bangles, the beginnings of a few wrinkles. She turned to me hissing "Get out whore."
 
"So bitch you think you can take him back? Think again. He's so happy with the attention I am giving him"

"Listen you fat little whore! Just because his friends egged him on to make a move on you on the beach. Yes they did, he is too wimpy to do it on his own. And just because you dragged him off by the balls. IT means nothing. Now fuck off and leave my man alone."
 
"He may have been your man; he isn't any more" Yes I knew it was a weak thing to say but her saying that Drew's friends had egged him on had got to me. But how could such a wisecracking guy be such a wimp? And then again he was a bit wimpy- I was the leader in this relationship.
 
I didn't have any more time to think about it. She pushed past me, shoving me into the wall. "I'll get you out of here you fat tramp. Drew Drew, I love you, the kids love you too." I gagged at her comment, did that mean Drew and she had a family. Surely not. She went on pointing at me, "This fat bitch might be a good fuck but she's trash, you know that- how long from meeting her was it before you were fucking her?"
 
Recovering from my surprise- she had pushed hard-I shoved her back trying to get her out the door. The slut was right, I had fucked him almost as soon as I met him but I knew, just knew, that I was interesting, I had commitment, I had ideas. She pushed me and I pushed back again. She slapped my face hard. "Take it slut"
 
Stepping back, my face stinging, I slapped her too with my left. She spluttered, spitting out blood, I had split her lip. Glaring, her face red, she yelled, "You little whore! Get your fat little ass out of my way; I'm going up to get my man."
 
"Since when have you been a Mountie" I tried to crack a joke but was brought up short by a forearm jolt that sent me back against a hall table. I squealed as the bitch slammed her elbow into my midsection. My robe opened showing I was wearing nothing beneath. She pressed her advantage, grabbing my hair and pulling me towards her, she raised her leg. It hit me in the gut "Oofff" I sighed as air rushed out of me. For a moment I was dazed, and in that moment she slammed me against the wall again.
 
One glance at Drew was enough – he was enjoying this, he knew we were fighting for him- not just his cock but him- and I was going to win him. In the same moment Cindy punched my left breast. . I grabbed her own hair and body slammed her, she was surprised, I caught her off balance. Letting go of her hair I grabbed at her blouse instead and jerked it sideways. Cindy was still off balance and as I bucked her body she lost her footing. I slammed my knee into her belly and she was off her feet. She flew out the door- yes airborne. I found I had her most of her 'peasant blouse' a low cut thing with a lace up bodice which just meant she could show more of her tits if she wanted by undoing the laces. She landed on her butt on the grass.
 
I couldn't help cackling "Well bitch. Sayonara. It’s good bye to you. I didn’t even close the door I wanted her to see what I was going to do with Drew. I smiled as I turned and yelled so he and she could hear. "She's as hopeless a fighter as you said she was at screwing." I giggled.
 
She struggled to her feet, her brown nippled tits s swinging wildly as she ran inside, grabbing me by the hair from behind. She spat at me "whore!"
 
She swung me round and again I thudded into the hall table. Dimly, idly I wondered how strong it was, would it stand the pressure. I dragged my mind back to reality. "Shit! You don’t know when you're beaten do you slut?" I turned and as she yanked on my hair I slammed her. She jerked my head around banging it on the wall. "Let go bitch! It hurts, shit it hurts. Let go let go. I started clawing at her tits.
 
"Oww fuck let go my titties you fat little black haired bitch!" She smacked my face hard, repeatedly while she tried to prise my nails out of her big beauties.
 
I kept clawing at those melon-like boobs, twisting, digging my nails in tightly and clawing. I wasn’t letting those smacks – painful as they were- from stopping me. I spat at her face.
 
Cindy shrieked with anger as my spit landed on her lips 'You little cxnt!" She must have been hurting like hell as my nails dug and twisted. She grabbed handfuls of hair and ran me back against the wall. "Leggo my tits you bitch"
 
"Slut. Whore, let go of my hair." She was shredding my scalp with her clawing, twisting nails. I groaned as she pounded me against the wall and I clawed harder than ever, twisting those big firm tits with all my strength
 
She squealed as my nails dug in "my boobs you’re killing my boobs" then she slammed my head into the wall, for a moment I saw lights. She broke away from me. She should have followed her advantage. Instead she retreated a pace or so giving me new hope.
I moved in on her. "Fucking is right, cxnt is right. Ask Drew how much he loves my fucking; ask him how he worships my cxnt." I decided to be really bitchy. "Oh it’s still moist from his tongue." She gasped at that and gave me the chance to claw again at those big melons. I shoved her back adjacent the table.
 
She fell across it, a shoe flew off her foot .she flopped over and fell on the floor "you can’t have him you little cocksucking slut!'
I smirked then; she was so pathetic in her defiance. I stamped my foot on her belly. She groaned.
 
I smirked again. "I have him bitch and what’s more you’re gonna see me fuck him. I'm gonna tie you up and you’re gonna watch." I stamped twice more. "Slut!"
 
She squealed, she was sobbing. "No, no bitch no"
 
Seizing her long silky hair I hauled her outside. "Drew I won’t be long, just putting the trash out." I picked up her tattered blouse.
 
She shrieked again, I knew she was in pain, I hoped she was embarrassed as all hell.
I shrieked, dropped my hold on her and clutched my crotch. She had clawed me there.
 
Getting to her feet she grabbed my hair, cupped my chin, slammed me and I went down. She charged inside running up the stairs. "You fucking pussy; you won’t have my man"
I followed her and as she got about halfway up I tackled her. I hit the stairs hard myself but didn’t care as I had her now.
 
Her forehead struck the stairs her shorts tore away as I clambered over her. I seized an ankle and hauled her down the stairs her head bouncing on each step.

"Oh bitch you are so wrong I have him I have had him every way imaginable and then some."
 
She squealed in agony, in defeat, in humiliation. She knew I was right. I hauled her onto the tiles at the entrance. Shoving a knee in her back I yanked her hair, arching her back. "Now give"
 
She saw Drew, naked his cock erect. "Fuck no! Drew help me!"
 
I grabbed the tie from my robe and still holding her hair with one hand groped for and captured one of her hands. I let go of her hair long enough to tie the cord round that hand. Her squeals of rage and pain were useless. I groped for the other hand but she escaped my grasp. I let it go, grabbed her hair again and jerked it. I pulled as hard as I could, bending my own body back as I arched her spine.
 
Cindy squealed in agony. I was torturing her in front of her ex’s eyes.I seized the other hand and lashed the two together."Let me loose you bitch" she was still mouthy.
 
"Who’s the bitch who came where she's not wanted?
“Who’s the whore who stole my man?”

”Your ex man.”

She tried to free her hands. She couldn’t.I ran back a bit to find her torn blouse and as she struggled on the floor I grabbed her legs, tied them with her own blouse and rolled her over onto her back. "Drew, look she is such a slut. See how hard her nipples are." I lent forward "I am going to make you cum right here right now."
 
Cindy screamed "let me go, Drew make her let me go please." I flicked her nipples one then the other. "Don’t even touch me bitch."
 
I lowered my head and whispered, "What, are you going to stop me?" I licked each breast flicking the nipples with my tongue in turn.
 
"Bitch! Stop it. Oh please stop it. Drew, get this fucking dyke off me!' She was mine, her nipples stiffened under my tongue. She groaned and writhed.
 
Gently I stroked a nipple. "Oh did I hurt you? Oh I am so sorry. Let me kiss it better" I kissed and sucked and flicked my tongue on it. I raised my head and smiled "I'll make you sing for me yet".
 
She was still defiant she spat at me. "You whore you cxntlicking whore! Get off me and' she moaned unable to stop her body's reaction. "Fuck you... Drew, untie me!"I stroked and licked and ran my hands up and down her tummy."Oh god stop it you slut!! Oh fuck no!" she groaned she writhed she tried to move away. All to no avail. I kept gently working her, stroking, licking, caressing. "Ooh fuck no more, no fucking more."
 
“Oh and why not? I slipped my mouth down again to the tits and worked them, licking sucking. My hand slid down to her thighs.
 
"Damnit, stop it. You little fucking whore!" She tried to clamp her by now very damp thighs together and twist away panting her face was damp with perspiration, I knew her nipples were swollen, I guessed they were aching under my tongue
 
I looked at Drew who stood there his cock huge. I smiled and lowered my head to lick one then the other nipple as my finger now slowly stroked her inner thigh.
 
I looked at Cindy "You’re going to sing for me yet. Oh yes you are." My head dropped again to resume the licking and sucking as my finger slid up.up to her apex and down again and up again,tracing ever so gently around her lower lips,one finger only doing all the work.
 
"Don't. Oh fuck Please Jenn... don't do this to me, not with him watching. Please no. Stop please."
 
I kept going, my finger slowly working round her lower lips. I stopped to taunt "Not so mouthy are you now. I remember a woman who was so sure she was going to regain her guy. And now what is it? Where is she? What is she doing?” I slid the finger round and then even more gently inside her.
 
"Stop it," she begged, and then she surrendered to her body. She pushed up against my finger.

"No. Not so mouthy...but very wet...and now when I feel that push. Oh yes I felt it...I know you want this. I parted her folds.
 
Her eyes rolled back she moaned as my finger invaded. "On no you bitch not in front of him no please."
 
"I told you that I would make you sing for me. And I will." My finger probed deeper. She groaned. I kissed, smothering kisses all down her neck her shoulder her breasts as my finger- two now – prised her open. "You silly girl, why do you go on so, you know where this will end." I paused "And you want it, admit it, whore." She moaned and twisted her tongue flicked the air. I slapped her hard across the face. The mixture of pain to her pleasure broke her.
 
"Oh fuck" Cindy opened her legs as far as the knotted blouse allowed." oh fuck yes do me you bitch" she begged.
 
I kissed her and worked my fingers in her swiftly in and out. I giggled and flicked her nipples with my tongue again. What did I tell you, you'd sing for me?" I looked at Drew "She’s a whore, she can’t resist me, oh no she can’t resist me!"
 
She groaned and begged and twisted against the bindings "Oh fuck, fuck please" she looked at Drew, I wondered what was going through her head as I -her supplanter- fucked her in front of her ex.
 
I worked three fingers inside and then suddenly seized and twisted a nipple. Again pain and pleasure met and she squealed loudly. I sneered "you're just a whore and Drew is gonna watch me take you."
 
She groaned, bucked her body working my fingers deeper into her cxnt and tossed her head around as I squeezed her nipple "Stop it. Stop it. You’re gonna make me cum”
 
I stopped, slid my fingers out and looked at her "Do you really want me to stop?"

"You bitch, you whore, don’t tease me do me do me now fuck, fuck, fuck!"I pumped my fingers in and out until she screamed and moaned and came. She subsided gasping.
 
"Come here Drew" I beckoned him as I knelt astride the still twisting woman. He did so and I blew him right where I was. I milked him, using every skill I had, he groaned and sighed and begged. And he came. I pulled back just as he did so, copping a facial. I lent down, "that's his all over me. Not you bitch."
 
She moaned.
 
"That cock is mine now" and then I cackled. I swung round "that pussy is mine too isn’t it Cindy -Lou?"
 
I plunged four fingers at once into her. She screamed, begging me to stop. I didn't. I shoved my thumb into its tip next to the base of my second and third fingers. Within a moment more I was fisting her. And she was moaning and squealing and begging me.
I worked her till she came again. "Oh yes that pussy is mine. And when I’ve fucked Drew again you'll still be here and you'll eat me out, sucking his cum off me and I’ll fuck you again and kick you out."
 
And I did.

[peccavi]

Chapter 3 Winner and loser.
It was Friday, almost a fortnight later and I was finishing work when Drew texted me.. “Cant c u 2nite. That was it, no explanation, no apology. And when I rang him, his cell was switched off. I was furious. For three weeks I had cooked for him, fucked him senseless, done everything a guy could want a girl to do, and he had the gall to just flick me like this. I’d give him the rough edge of my tongue when I spoke to him next. I began to have fantasies, I’d never been into Domming men. Will would have broken my arm if I tried. But this guy? Well maybe. I thought of Drew trussed up while I milked his cock, of me slapping his ass. I shook my head, nothing would come of it, I was sure he had a good explanation. He would tell me in the morning.
It was too late to make plans with friends and I didn’t feel like going to the clubs or bars so I went home. Halfway through the movie I was watching with my folks my cell rang. It was Drew “Well what do you mean by that text?”I snapped.
“Hush it babe. I want you to come to 27 West Springfield, Midlothian . “
What the hell for?” I was angry and I intended to show it.
“If you don’t you won’t see him again. Not that you will if you do anyway.” A female voice broke in.
“Who the fuck are you?” I snarled.
“Cindy-Lou Webber, and I’ve got my man back, are you woman enough to fight me for him.”
“Fuck you whore” I retorted. “Tell Drew I am on my way.”
I don’t know how many road rules I broke getting there, but it was probably the fastest anyone had driven from West Gary to Midlothian . I was so furious.  But not furious enough to forget what Cassie called  my Domme bag.
I burst into the house, a pretty average timber two storey house with a small garden around it. “Get out you bitch, I’ll trash you, I’ll mince you up, make you sorry you ever tried to get him back.” Even in my anger I noticed the dinner table set for two, wine glasses, desert bowls and a cheese platter with a bunch of red roses in a vase in the centre.
 
I grabbed at Cindy. Seizing her arm I hauled her towards me. She pushed me back hissing “Stay away from my man you bitch.”
 
“You invited me here” I snapped, correctly and I thought quite reasonably as I slapped at her face with both hands. She rubbed her face with one hand as she reached out with the other to slap at me. I grunted- she hit hard- and slapped again, this time one hand on each of her cheeks. She blocked one and as the other landed she thrust the palm of her hadn to my chin rocking my head back. “Ugh” I muttered. Standing closer she grabbed my hair and slapped my right cheek hard, repeatedly.
 
I stopped that with a punch to her breast. She backed away. As she did so I grabbed her top, I wanted to pull her back onto my upraised knee. Instead the top ripped in two. It was probably some cheap Chinese import. Her tits spilled out from the torn top. My knee went nowhere. As I tried to recover my balance the bitch slammed her own knee into my gut, twice.
 
I stumbled back, gasping, half winded, wondering where had the bitch got this power from, reminded that she had been easy to beat three weeks ago.
 
 She attacked me, slapping my face and breasts hard. I responded with a few hard jabs to her torso, anywhere to slow her attacks. They worked she backed off. We circled each other for a moment. She lunged again grabbed my hair, hauled me towards her and again kneed me in the gut twice.
 
I sank to my knees, almost winded. In a last attempt to avoid shameful humiliation in front of Drew I grabbed Cindy’s knees and slammed my head into her tummy. She gasped and as I pushed further she fell back onto the floor. I was too winded and hurt to capitalize on this quickly. I tried but she rolled and got to her feet. I stood and again we circled for a moment. In that time I saw more of the lounge room, there was a photo of Drew, Cindy and two small girls. It made me angrier than ever. I lunged for Cindy. She evaded me. We traded punches for a minute or so, my heavier blows got in more often than hers. She really wasn’t that good a fighter, but what she lacked in skill she made up in grit. She pushed forward, a low tackle taking me by surprise and again we were sprawling on the floor.
 
 She gripped my head and slammed it into the floor twice. Almost dazed I ripped at her soft bare titflesh, tearing furrows which dropped blood. I pushed back and she  rolled onto her back. I slammed her head into the floor once. She brought her knee up defensively. I backed off, I had had her knee in my belly too often already.
  
I punched her gut as we both got to our knees. It hit hard. She punched back striking my breast  and for a while we traded blows while shuffling around on our knees. I groped for her shoulders, pulling her forward and down, planning to push her to the floor. She evaded that and scrambled to her feet.
 
Again we circled each other. I attacked with a few sparring punches, mainly to see if she was worn out. She wasn’t and again I wondered where she had got her strength and stamina.
 
I closed on her, slugging punches to her tummy. She groaned and retreated. She attacked again with some kicks aimed at my gut. I avoided the first, took the second on my side and spluttered. I closed on her again till I had her in a clinch. That stopped her kicks. I pummeled her sides. She broke away and backed off.  I followed, sliding my foot behind hers and body slamming her. She didn’t expect that she staggered, it was only the wall behind her that saved her from falling to the floor.
 
But the wall also stopped her moving. I attacked, slamming my knee into her tummy again before she had a chance to recover. She groaned loudly. I repeated the blow. She groaned even louder. “That’s right bitch, squeal for; I’ll make you sing again before long.” I cackled
 
She hissed back “Oh not yet” she launched her self at me, her nails clawing my face, her knee in my own gut. I pulled back surprised by her fury.  She lashed out again, shredding my cheek- her nails were so sharp. I backpeddled again and she punched me. I was gasping, it was late I was tired before I came to this damn house and her early success had all but exhausted me.
 
I saw Drew, he was wide eyed. That gave me renewed strength. I fended Cindy off with some hard punches while I fought back my breath. They hit her too, she had been too busy tearing at my skin to defend. I hit her in the tummy, the breast and over the kidneys before she stepped away.
 
I pushed towards her again and shoved my foot behind her once more. Once more I body slammed her . This time she went down but as she did she grabbed my neck and pulled me down with her. We rolled around on the floor our bodies locked as we held each other by the arms each trying to pin the other down. Neither of us prevailed and Cindy rolled away and got to her knees. I did the same but before I got to my feet Cindy had lunged at me driving her shoulder into my belly. I tried to force her forward hoping her momentum would carry her to the floor. It didn’t work. She rolled out of my grasp and  scrambled to her feet
 
I regrouped and she circled me. Slapping at my face and then trying to kick me. I avoided her kick, her slaps hurt. I stepped forward determined to end this. I slammed my right palm into her chin and yanked at her hair with my left even as I slammed my body into hers Her head snapped back and she lost her balance. I let go of her hair punched her in the pit of her tummy. She went down .I stamped on her tummy. She groaned and rolled . I pushed her so her roll went further then I am sure she wanted. She found herself on her tummy. She squealed, I am sure she remembered the camel clutch I had ended her resistance with last time. She kicked out and managed to roll onto her back again. That didn’t faze me. I stamped on her tummy. She squealed, I stamped again. She squealed louder. I stamped a third time. She couldn’t squeal this time, there wasn’t enough air in her lungs.
 
Grabbing her by the hair I dragged her up till she was sitting, I dragged her further over to the table still set for the intimate dinner. I dragged her, half picked her up and thrust her back on the table belly uppermost.. I looked at Drew who stood there.
 
Taking his silence as approval I tore open Cindy’s blouse then I tore it into strips. I punched her hard in the belly. She moaned. I wanted to keep her winded. While I tied one of her hands to a strip of the blouse and the other end of the strip to the nearest table leg. She started pleading with me. I ignored her and tied the other arm up to another leg. She begged me more. “Shut it bitch I want some answers you can speak when I ask you to. Till then shut up.” I slammed my elbow into her gut. She groaned but held her tongue. I lashed her feet to the remaining legs.
 
“Right I want some questions answered. First who are those kids?”
 
“They are mine but they look on Drew as their dad- my ex walked out years ago.
 
“I’m not surprised he walked out, if Drew had sense he would too.” I wanted to spew. I was that angry, that furious, that powerless. Second” and I stared at Drew “something she said when I slutted her before is nagging me. She said you only got involved that day on the beach because your friends egged you on. What did she mean?”
 
“Bitch, his friends bet him $100 that he would fuck you, they knew you were a slut who would fuck, they just had to get him to step up to the plate.” She grinned, she was so sure she had Drew back.
 
I looked at Drew, he looked at his feet. I didn’t know what to say, I decided to punish this bitch who was ruining my life. I snapped her bra strap and pushed her skirt up. “What’s this no panties? And you’re wet.”
 
“Yes, Drew and I made love before you came. He fucks you, he and I make love.” She smirked.
 
I looked at Drew my eyes blazing. He had the decency to blush. “I’ll fuck you bitch. I’ll make you like you were before pleading for me to fuck you.” I began stroking her breasts  slowly at first then more quickly. Despite herself Cindy –Lou reacted just as she had done before, just as I knew she would. Her nipples hardened, she panted. I bent and licked the nipples and kissed her. I stroked her thighs. She panted and moaned.
 
 “Stop it Jenn” Drew seized my arms pinning them behind my back.
 
“What the hell”
 
“Just stop it.
 
“Drew!”
 
"Stop it Jenn, you  were a hot fuck, we had fun but I can’t spend my life with a bully whose answer to everything is to fight or humiliate people. And I love Cindy Lou.”
 
My life collapsed. I ran out crying bitterly.
 
 My thanks to my friends who helped me: judy and the scribbler for editing, Jane and connie for ideas, mike for idiom checks.

Continuity note. The first fight here is Jenn's side of the last fight in the story narrated by Lobsey in Ebb and Flow. I don't think Jenn has seen the last of him.

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[Kayla]

Ah gee! Another one where the winner doesn't really 'win - LOL! 

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