I should have known there would be trouble that night. In fact I did. Whenever the different bikie gangs got together there was trouble. What I didn’t know and didn’t want was that the trouble would turn into a fight involving me. I had tried to keep out of trouble. Hell, I’d been on probation for fighting that black bitch Katrina. And yeah I’d got my own back on the cheating bitch –and in the stairwell of the probation office too, but that I hoped had been a once off. And then that fat slut Jenni challenged me. I had to fight her. I beat her too.
But both of those fights had been sort of private. No one was around in the stairwell when I beat Katrina. Only bikers and their girls were at the swap meeting when Jenni and I tussled. This was different, this place was a bar.
But not this place this was not even a biker bar. In fact Will told me that the captains had agreed to meet there because it was neutral territory, they had some difficulties to sort out and wanted them sorted in the open. Why they had decided to invite a whole lot of the bikers I don’t know. Nor did Will. And that Will didn't know was a bit odd because at that time Will was pretty high up in Deerhunters and was helping to run the debt collection side – the legit business side of the gang. Well the almost legit side of the gang. And I had got a part time job there. And well that was another reason for me to be on good behaviour, it had been hard getting my license with the probation period expired only a few weeks before and I didn’t want my license revoked, the money was just too good.
The evening started quietly enough, till Deb challenged Will and me to pool. There’s something about pool games; they so often end up in bad blood. Deb and her guy Mike started well. To grind it in Deb started flirting with Will, bending over so he could see down her top every time she played a shot, asking him to adjust the balls for her, rubbing her butt against him when she came over to our side to mark up the score. Mike knew what she was about and kept grinning. I knew that she was just wanted to get me riled and get Will horny. She knew- she had heard both sides of the story –that when I got angry I’d lock the bedroom door so Will slept on the couch and that would make Will mad. We would have an argument and end up throwing stuff at each other. Yeah, Deb could be a real troublemaker at times. And you’d think I’d wake up to her tricks. Well, that’s not how I am made. She knew she could get a rise out of me almost every time. And when she did I'd lose concentration and so lose the game.
But this time was going to be different. We finished our game -yeah Will and I lost but not by that much-and I walked off, I wanted to sit it out and cool off. Will headed off to talk to some other Deerhunter guys. I found a seat, sat in it and looked around and had my drink. There was a stream of people coming to or from the bar or the bathrooms or the pool tables and a lot stopped to talk with me. And that calmed me down. Rufus, a friend of mine from school days came and talked. It was good to catch up with him, I d not seen him for a long while even though he had joined Deerhunters. He introduced me to a couple of guys from the Floga club and although our club and Floga didn’t exactly see eye to eye the guys seemed nice enough and we were having a good talk about the upcoming state elections. Rufus was Republican- well his family were Hungarian refugees, his parents had escaped from the Soviet crackdown in 1956. I guess that explained things a bit. The two Greek guys- Floga was mainly a Greek club went to the bar and returned with drinks for us all. We were talking to passers by and among ourselves and having a good -if quiet- time. It was becoming a good night.
I got that odd sense that someone was watching us and I looked around and there was this girl at the pool table, she was in Floga colours and she kept looking at me. I was sure I didn't know her, I smiled vaguely out of politeness and went on chatting with the guys. Will came over and joined us but a few minutes later he and Rufus were called away. There was some ruckus and all the guys from the club had to have a chat. They wasted so much time talking -and they say women talk! The two Floga guys stayed talking for a few more then one got up and left me with the other. We talked a bit more and chatted with the passers by.
After maybe 10 minutes I got up to go to the bar, I had talked myself dry; I really needed a beer. As I got near the bar some girl blocked my way. I excused myself and she sneered "Hey why don't you walk around me, I'm not as big as some people."
I looked at her, she was the Floga girl who had been looking my way. "Yeah and some people have more manners then you, didn't your mother tell you it was rude to stare." I thought she was drunk and just out to annoy me. I stepped round her and went on my way. Like I said, I didn't want any trouble that night.
I got my beer, took a swig of it and walked back toward my table carrying the now half empty glass, thinking that I had better not drink the rest as fast as I had drunk the first half. And again this Floga girl was in the way. This time I took her advice and tried to walk past her but she swung her arm up- I am sure deliberately and knocked my hand carrying my glass. The beer went everywhere. I was furious.
"What the hell are you doing? I walked past you like you said, and you pushed me. What the fuck for? What have I done to you?"
"Oh sorry my mistake," she said smirking.
"Hey, ..yah you should watch where you’re going. Hey stop smirking at me" This bitch wasn’t sorry at all, I just knew she did it deliberately but why?
"I said that I’m sorry." She paused and met my stare, looking me right in the eyes and added "Bitch, either way you were in the way. Everyone can see that."
For a moment I couldn’t believe that I had heard right. This slut was calling me names, this slut who had deliberately jogged my arm was saying I was in the way. My retort was weak. "Hey who are you calling a bitch." I glanced round. The bitch was attracting attention. There was that Puerto Rican Carlotta, watching wide eyed. There was Deb smirking, she knew there’d be fireworks shortly. There was that blonde bi girl Tara, one of the Deerhunters who I knew slightly and whom I’d been meaning for a while to get to know much better sitting across the table from Carlotta. Tara had her drink in her hand, she was watching intently.
"I have to repeat it dumb slut?" she sneered. "I said I’m sorry and from what I see you must be more sorry than I am. You are such a sorry slut."
I glared at the girl, for the first time I really looked at her properly. She was three or four inches taller then me and maybe 25 lbs. heavier but she carried her weight much better then I carried my 155 lbs. She had big breasts and wide hips, sure she would run to fat when she was older but right now she was a stunning slut and she knew it. She wore a chest hugging tight green blouse –some kind of satin material that shimmered in the half light of the bar and a short dark skirt. Like me she wore boots but then almost all of us did when we were out with the bike groups. You can't wear heels on a bike.
Suddenly she erupted. "You're a bitch! What did you mean by making a pass at my guy before? I saw you, you got him sitting down with you, you were chatting with him, you sidled up, getting so close to him, you got him to buy you a drink you were making a pass for him."
Now I saw what she was on about. I was slow, I should have picked it up earlier but it was so rare for some bitch to be jealous of me. I told her off. "Hell I was only talking to him, and not even alone there were other people around. And you just admitted you pushed me. You apologise, and what’s more you buy me another beer and then you get out of my sight and stay there for the rest of the evening."
"Oh yeah And I suppose you want me to kiss you ass too!"
"Now that you mention it yes."
"Get stuffed slut." She clenched her fists. She was spoiling for a fight.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Will. He was standing next to Tara. He had his hand on her shoulder. When had he got back? I didn’t know but from the look on his face he heard everything, or at least enough. He didn’t say a word. He didn't have to. He just looked at Tara, then at me. I knew, I just knew he expected me to fight the Greek. More than he wanted it. Yeah me fighting always got him hot. He got off on watching me tear into some slut. He didn’t even care if I won. That’s not fair, he did care, just not his dick. That, didn’t care. But like I said, I just knew he expected- not just wanted- me to fight the Greek slut And I knew I had to fight her, not for his sake or his cock’s sake, but for mine. I had cred and I needed to keep it. "Nah, you want more cred." It was my dark side again. "You want to impress that Tara, you want her wet for you. You want her squealing for you. You can never have enough girls in your harem. The only way you know of feeling good about yourself, the only way you can get rid of the chip on your shoulder is to have pretty girls wanting you. You're pathetic Jenn Peccavi. And you want Tara as your latest addition. And you think the only way you'll get her is by smashing that Greek girl. Pathetic!"
Problem was my dark side was pretty right. I did want more. I wanted to impress Tara, I wanted to fight the Greek, win or lose. Didn’t matter, I needed to push back.
And I heard some guy say "Ekaterina, stand up for yourself. Its got beyond whether this Deerhunter scrag was chatting me up- she wasn’t by the way. She’s insulting you in public, she’s insulting us all- the whole of Floga, you cant take that crap." I looked up, it was the man I’d talked to earlier- her guy as I now knew and he was pushing her as much as Will was pushing me. But he was doing it openly. Will damn him was pushing my buttons. The Greek guy was telling his girl off.
The Floga bitch glared at me, she looked me up and down as if measuring me. "Get your pathetic ass outa here. Now! Before I pound that fat body." She glared at me again. "I have to repeat it dumb slut? I said I’m sorry and from what I see you must be more sorry than I am."
Tara tried to make peace by distracting us "Can I get you both another glass of beer?"
But all she did was give me an idea. I threw the Greek slut’s drink in her face. "Bitch you need to learn manners. And I am just so glad I can teach you." I stepped forward glaring at her.
"Oh, oh, you fucking cxnt" she yelled. More heads turned. She slapped me hard- a stinging backhand on the mouth. I reeled, I thought the bitch wouldn’t fight back this hard, that she’d fight like a girl, that she was easy pickings. Even then the slap was a girly thing to do. But the force behind it was not girly- it was savage. I had to take the fight to the Greek cow. I threw a right fist punch at her face and my left fist slammed into her boobs. "The old one two trick. I’ll smash you slut!"
She squawked and stepped back rubbing her tits. Perhaps she couldn’t fight after all. I strode in and slammed my fist into her tits again. She stepped back again. I followed her planning some serious damage. Before I could attack property she charged forward. Her longer reach let her grab my hair. She yanked two fist fulls hard and jerked her head forward. Our foreheads met. Mine rang. She hissed, "You think I’m easy you cxnt?"
I muffled a squeal, my head ached as well as rang. She had too hard a grasp on my hair for me to get away. I tried what had had worked before -.punching at those huge tits. She yanked my hair, snapping my head from side to side. After a moment though my punches worked. She let go, instead seizing my top in both hands and tearing it open. She slammed her palms into my breasts, shoving me back. I stumbled, hitting a table.
"Oh my" Tara gasped. Perhaps she had thought this would be another of my easy victories. She had seen a few of them. In fact she had been one of them. I still remembered the day she had been bratty and had ended up over my knee being spanked.
"Come on Peccavi, tear her apart!" At least Rufus was cheering for me.
Foolishly the Greek turned to Rufus. "Shut the fuck up, you bastard." She should have known better. She should have known as I did that when you’re fighting there is only one person to concerntrate on- your foe. Its as if your world narrows down to that woman in front of you, that woman you must destroy before she destroys you. And you can funnel all your tensions, your fears, your hates onto that other bitch. But Ekaterina was looking at Rufus.
It didn’t matter that my tits had spilled out, it didn’t matter that my back stung from where I hit the table what mattered was I had a bit of time. I breathed heavily and warily watched her. She slowly circled me, her eyes focused on my face. I was gaining from this momentary lull. She attacked, swinging a roundhouse punch. I ducked and weaved to my left. The punch missed completely. She seemed confused for a moment. That, I knew, was my chance. Sweeping in, still hunched over, I raised my knee to the bitch’s stomach hoping to wind her. It worked she gasped as the air rushed from her lungs. I went in hard , trying to pound her gut. She didn't like that. She gasped as my fist hit hard. She gasped again when I kneed her again. She wavered. She bent forward. She grabbed my tits , one in each hand and twisted them harshly. I squealed as her nails dug deep.
The pain almost overwhelmed me. I had to focus on something else. I saw Carlotta, she held her tits. Whether she was scared someone would do to her what this Greek bitch was doing to me, whether she was seeking attention, whether she was just being bratty, I don’t know. She held her tits so hard her cleavage popped out. Her tits spilled from the tight top. It was enough. I focused on my foe. I slammed my knee up. The Greek avoided it by retreating. She let go of my tits. She punched instead, her blow hit my ribs. She punched again. I sidestepped. She punched a third time, I parried her and struck back.
But she had the height advantage. Unless I closed on her again she could keep me at bay. And so it proved with her blocking my punch. She punched again. This time I parried her first blow but her second got through my defences and slammed into my boobs. I gasped, forced back. She tried to push me back against the wall. If she got me there it was all over. She was bigger than I was, she had a longer reach. I would have no where to go, she would destroy me at her leisure. That just couldn’t happen.
It almost did, Ekaterina kept punching, if I tried to break to one side she was there before me, if I tried to kick her, she steppe back but followed up with a swift advance that made up the lost ground. There was only one thing for it. I attacked, trying to get inside her reach. I copped a pounding, my chest, my belly, my ribs would all be bruised tomorrow and I would be sore for a week. But it was worth it. I pushed her hard, she stepped back and to the side to avoid a body slam. I got a few punches in. I closed on her again. Now she couldn’t develop her punches properly. Now I was slamming quick short punches into her body. She turned again, almost side on to the wall. I think she did it to give a smaller target.
I saw the table behind her- it was bolted to the wall. I tried to body slam her. If I got her against the table I could really do some damage. But instead the bitch pushed her knee up, she was a dirty fighter, she aimed ing between my legs. Luckily I saw the knee rise just in time to turn slightly. It hit my thigh, it forced me back, I stumbled. In my near panic I grabbed the bitch’s top for support. It ripped. Panting, in need of a break, a beer, something to soothe my wounds, I looked at the slut before me - her body heaving, her tits hard. And I knew the whore was turned on. I stood back trying to regroup, to recover my strength.
She hissed, to this day I think she was just furious that I had torn her top, so furious she couldn’t think straight, she just reacted. I think she was simply: mad from embarrassment at having her tits exposed. She stood up to her full height then bent forward lowering her shoulder. She charged. She didn’t look where she was going, it was as if she expected me to stand still and cop what she was trying to do. I sidestepped, turned side on and just as she ran forward, I raised my knee. It hit her, right in the belly. Almost at the same time I slammed my fist onto the back of her neck.
It was amazing. Ekaterina gasped, she staggered, clutching her belly and stumbled.
Another punch at her side and she fell to the floor. "Yes! Oh yes!" I had her now! Gleefully I stepped forward slamming my booted foot into the slut’s ribs hard once and then again. And a third time. She screamed and curled up almost in a foetal position as if trying to avoid my kicks and at the same time tried rolling away. Her problem was that the one prevented the other. And so I was able to kick her back several times without any resistance.
She realised this was doing her no good and stretched out and rolled. In rolling she exposed her belly, I stamped on it again. "Oh yes, oh I’ve got you now." I was almost wet at the thought of what I was going to do to this slut.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit! My foot!" I staggered, almost fell to the floor. The slut had grabbed my ankle and twisted it. For a moment I thought she had broken it. The whore twisted it more. I grabbed hold of the table to stop from falling. She hit me in the belly, she pushed me hard. I hit the table. But at least she had let go of my foot.
It took her a moment to get to her knees- I had hurt her bad, I had winded her worse. Even when she got to her knees she was gasping for breath. Those moments saved me. I shook my leg, trying to get some pain out of it, bracing myself on the table.
Desperate times deserve desperate measures. Using my one good leg, I kicked her in the gut as she knelt. It worked. It dropped her , she lay on her back moaning. She coughed. Not risking the kick again I moved forward, she was still spluttering. I jumped in the air bunching my knees under me and crashed down on her tummy my knees hitting her first.
She was done for. She sobbed. "I give, I give" she howled.
I stood, I waited a moment while Rufus congratulated me, Tara hugged me and Carlotta blew me a kiss and mouthed something – I didn’t know quite what. But I could guess. She was turned on by the fight.
I turned to Ekaterina "Get up whore!" She didn’t move. "Stand up!" I kicked her in the ribs. She stood up , her legs wobbling. "Get that skirt off slut." She didn’t move, I ripped it off her. "She was a tough bitch." I slapped her ass. "But not tough enough!" I picked up her torn top from the floor. "Hold your hands out behind your back, bitch." She did so, she knew who was in charge. I lashed her hands together.
She shivered and groaned. "No, no you can’t"
"I can and I have." I spun her round. "Doesn’t she have lovely tits? Aren’t her nips hard?" I flicked one.
"Get 'em Jenn." Tara encouraged.
I squeezed each of Ekaterina’s lovely globes hard, working them. She started moaning from the mixed pain and pleasure. She shivered. I twisted each nipple gently.
"Poor Ekaterina" Carlotta was probably wishing she was where the Greek was. And, I promised myself, one day soon she would be. I slapped the Greek’s tits hard. She squealed.
"The slut loves it. Don’t you bitch" I sneered. She moaned.
I rolled each nipple between thumb and forefinger till she moaned again. I spun her round, "Time for walkies bitch!"
She stepped, slowly, hesitantly, her legs wobbled. She could hardly keep upright. I didn’t think that was because I had hurt her so much. No, oh no, she was sore, she had wounds, bruises, cuts, but she wasn’t that badly hurt. No, she was on heat, that special sort of heat that comes when you lose a fight, when you know you are helpless- and you want to be. I knew, I’d been there. But now it was her turn and she was turned on.
I could have her, I could do anything I wished to her. I could have made her eat my pussy or made her kiss my ass. Hell, I could have made her eat my ass. It was accepted as proper. The loser had to pay the penalty. That’s just the way it is. But as I said, I was trying to stay out of trouble. I was trying to be good. And having bad blood between her and me wouldn’t let me stay out of trouble.
So I did what my good girl instincts told me. I yanked down her panties and pushed her to the guys. Her own guys. We didn’t need any more bad blood between the Floga and the Deerhunters. “Do what ya wanna with the slut. My compliments.” I grabbed Will by the hand and said loud enough for others to hear, “Take me home and fuck like only you know how.” And he did. And I later found out just what the Floga guys did to her. It still makes me cackle even years later.
