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Erica looked at herself in the mirror, then she adjusted her shirt one more time. Her bag kept on pushing on her bra, giving her right breast enough room to escape (not that they needed any help). Out of the bathroom the noise of the band went into her ears; she did not like them very much, but her boyfriend Dhalgren did, and she just wanted to be with him. Looking down from the railing into the dance floor she could not locate him, but she hoped to find him in the same spot.
After making her way through the crowd, she found his ample back standing out from the rest. He was dancing to the music, but there was something weird about his posture. A couple of steps later she understood: in front of him, dancing at his pace, there was a bitch. He had his hands all over her waist, sometimes lowering them to her crotch; she was paying the favor in full by pushing her skunk tail deep into his groin. Erica could imagine Dhalgren's cock pushing hard into his pants, rubbing against her black pants.
She rushed forward, rage filling her head. Who the fuck was that whore? Why did Dhalgren put his hands on her? She always was on the brink of a breakup with this guy. He constantly went after other women (most of the time just to fuel her fury), but this time he was almost boning that bitch. She wouldn't let that happen, so she pushed him to the side and grabbed the bitch by the hair, spinning her around.
Diana was caught off guard, and it took her a couple of seconds to understand what was going on. In that time Erica had spinned her so wildly that she ended on her knees, facing her. She just got time to see Erica's knee heading straight to her eye before feeling it crushing in. She knew she couldn't afford to lose time with the pain, so she held onto that leg and climbed up Erica's body, hanging on her shirt and letting her boobs jump to the center, barely held by the bra. Erica retaliated by freeing her left hand from Diana's hair and claw it into Diana's leather top, yanking from the red rose and ripping the tiny strap easily.
But by now Diana had gotten a handful of Erica's hair also, and she started pulling down. The bitch has strength, though Erica, as she tried to keep her head up and felt the locks being tore off her scalp. She pulled on Diana also, and they both went down until their upper bodies were horizontal with the floor. From there both pushed backwards with all their might, trying to drag the other to them while yanking their hair. A couple of locks gave in Diana's head and hung on Erica's left hand but that gave Diana the leverage to pull Erica to her.
Now Erica was the one on her knees on the floor, but Diana kept on dragging without giving her time to stand up. With a final tug she ripped a chunk of hair out of Erica and tossed her to the floor, face first. Diana herself went with the momentum of her pulling and landed on her ass just a couple of feet apart. Erica stood on her hands and knees despite the pain in the last from the dragging and moved forward, trying to surprise Diana. By the time Diana had sat up enough to see her coming she had already climbed halfway through her body, and was about to sit on her stomach.
Diana reacted quickly and closed her legs around Erica's body, clenching her white shoes together and squeezing as hard as she could. Erica felt the pain almost immediately and straightened herself up, trying to separate those legs with her hands. She quickly realized that it was an impossible task, so she started punching Diana's exposed belly. The muscles gave in with every blow she delivered, and soon Diana had to release the hold, but she managed to jump up and grab Erica by the hair again, pushing her face down between her boobs.
Erica was being smothered between Diana's rack, but she wasn't defenseless. She kept on punching on both sides of Diana mid section, trying to aim for the ribs and kidneys. Meanwhile trying to move her head to the sides, searching. When she finally found what she was looking for, she gave a good bite into Diana's left breast.
Diana screamed so high that even the music could not muffle it enough. The round that was already building up around them became bigger as the DJ stopped the music and lights went onto them. "Men, look at those bitches go! I'd like a bite on that rack, hell on any of those two racks, but I guess it would be better to not step into that catfight. It's a shame, though, both seem like good looking racks going to waste." the DJ voiced on the mic. In the inner circle of the spectators Dhalgren looked at them and smirked.
Diana yanked at Erica's hair to lift her head up and out of her, but that only made the bite go up and stretch the perky breast up in the air. She started pummeling on Erica's temple, trying to make her let go, until suddenly she felt Erica getting back of the fight, but trying to take the tit with her. It stretched enough to throw a punch in between, hitting both her breast and Erica's mouth. She was about to jump and follow the coward bitch when she felt someone grabbing her by the neck.
It was security who had risen Erica from above her foe grabbing her by the arms. She was kicking in Diana's direction, but she was out of reach by then. Erica saw her foe standing in the middle of the disco, grabbed by a security officer, until she was dragged out of the disco and pushed away into the parking lot. She took a moment to rearrange her shirt back up holding her breast. She was still giddy by the temple punishment and looking for her bag (not knowing that she lost the bag in the first tussle and Dhalgren had taken care of it) when she heard the door opening behind her. She turned around just in time to see the bouncer pushing Diana out of the disco and into her direction.
"Whatever fucking business you got with each other you can solve it out here." he shouted at them while closing the door. A second later the door opened again and Dhalgren came out, holding both Erica's bag and Diana's ivory white shoes.
-What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch? -shouted Diana.
-That's my boyfriend, slut! You should get away from him! -yelled back Erica.
-Your boyfriend? He came onto me. I didn't know. Are you that stupid?
-Fuck you, whore! You touched him, now you pay!
-Is that so? -she looked back at Dhalgren -Don't you have anything to say in this?
-Sure -Dhalgren said -. May the best woman win!
-Fuck you both! -replied Diana -Crazy couple. Last chance, bitch -she turned back to Erica -, you can walk away with your face as ugly as it came here.
-Is that so, whore? What if I don't?
-Then I'll fuck you so bad that you'll end in a hospital... and then I'll fuck your boyfriend so hard that he will end in the same hospital.
-You are not woman enough to deserve fucking him, and most definitively are not woman enough to beat me.
-Enough talk -Dhalgren interjected -. Fight this out, for heaven's sake, or I'll walk away!
This was Erica's cue, and she jumped forward. Diana, obfuscated as she was for the whole situation, always kept an eye on Erica. So when Erica threw her fist right at Diana's seemingly unaware nose, she dodged to her right and threw a steaming hook at Erica's side, landing at chest high and dislodging the breast out of the bra and shirt. Erica almost did a full spin because of the impact, so when she turned back to face her opponent met face first with Diana's left jab. The fist sent her tumbling back (luckily she had already taken out her shoes, or the heels would have taken her to the floor) until she clashed ass first against a car door.
Diana followed after her so fast that by the time Erica recovered from hitting the car Diana had sent a hard jab directly to Erica's exposed tit. The fist sunk deep into Erica's chest, carrying the breast with it. Diana tried to follow with a left cross to the face, but Erica managed to put up her guard just in time to deflect it to the side. Diana's hand hit the car roof and she screamed in pain. Erica grabbed Diana by the hair and pulled to the side, while throwing short-ranged punches with the other hand to Diana's cheek and temple. They couldn't do any damage, but were enough for her to push Diana to the side until they ended up on top of the car hood, Diana pinned with her back against the car.
Erica arched Diana's body back until it seemed like her spine would break. Diana had to left the ground just to avoid the back injure, and then Erica grabbed her with her two hands and began slamming Diana's head against the hood. CLANK went the car with every stomp; Diana grabbed Erica by the hair and pulled hard into her, driving Erica's face into her boobs again, and Erica repeated her previous maneuver and bit on Diana's knocker. Diana held to Erica's head despite the pain, because in that position Erica could not push her head hard enough to cause any damage, and wrapped her legs around Erica's hips.
Diana arched her back and managed to sat up on the hood, still holding Erica's head. She pushed it back a little and began to throw short-ranged punches into Erica's mouth. After a couple of those Erica had to let go of her breast, so Diana pushed Erica's face further away and improved the force of her punches. Erica, half suffocated half dizzy, tried to back up from her foe, but Diana kept her legs around her waist. Dhalgren, still looking from the disco entrance, saw as Erica roamed around the whole parking lot with Diana clinging to her hips and hair and throwing punches with her free hand. Erica didn't know how to stop Diana, and the only thing she managed to do was grab onto Diana's breasts, yanking and tearing until the other strap of her leather top collapsed and the whole thing ended by Diana's waist.
Eventually Erica tripped over and landed on her back. Diana barely managed to spread her legs before reaching the ground, and her knees went first into the pavement. She ended up on all fours on top of Erica, who tried to sneak out of under her pushing with her elbows. Diana grabbed her by the shirt, trying to hold on to avoid the escape, but suddenly she felt a sole pressed between her breasts and got thrown back; she held onto the shirt, which came ripping with her. Erica's bra also got tangle in the grip and snapped away.
Erica kept going until she was at least ten feet away from Diana, then she stood up. Still from afar Dhalgren saw that she was a complete mess. Her hair was all ruffled, and several chunks were missing. Her lips were puffed on one side, and on the other side a drip of blood kept on flowing. On her topless upper body you could see her left breast ridden with black bruises and her belly purple where Diana had wrapped her legs around. She breathed hard and her legs trembled a little.
Meanwhile Diana also stood up; her condition (at least on the surface) seemed better. She did have some bruising in her belly, and nail scratches and bite marks on her chest, but her face was almost untouched except for the black eye that the bitch gave her inside the disco, and her hair was also all over the place. Nevertheless, perhaps the hood bumps had been stronger than they looked or Erica's small punches were more powerful, because she was also staggering on her feet.
-Last round, girls! -shouted Dhalgren from his private box -Either you hurry things up or both of you will collapse on the floor and I'll have to get back to the disco to find someone else.
-Asshole! -shouted Diana in reply -Is that all they we are worth? As rabid dogs pounding on each other?
"So, this is it", though Erica, "either I rush back into the fight and try to avoid getting K.O. by that bitch or I'll collapse of exhaustion". She looked back at Dhalgren; he was leaning on the railing, still holding her bag and the bitch's shoes. He actually didn't care who won, or how fucked up they would end. But now she couldn't back down.
-I bet this is what you want, right? -Diana took her bra off so she would be naked from the waist up as Erica -Would you like us to rub our tits together?
-I think you are past that point by now. But I will enjoy you two punching on each other's voluptuous speed bags.
This time Diana wasn't paying attention to Erica, so the first punch that pierced into her left breast got her by surprise and winded her. She tried to take a step back but Erica followed and managed to land two more good shots before she could defend herself. Now both of them were wildly trading punches that made their tits spin around in all directions. Both girls had stood their ground, legs slightly spread apart, and just kept on going, not even trying to shield their own juggies which reddened by the second.
Suddenly Erica started retreating; the previous punishment pile up to this had got the best out of her, and she couldn't endure any more tit pain. Diana moved forward, but Erica changed strategy and went for Diana's head with a hook that flew just an inch in front of Diana's nose, who had dodged back. Diana kept on punishing Erica's knockers, throwing jabs that would sunk them full into Erica's chest, uppercuts that would send their nipples high into the sky and hooks that sent them flabbing in all directions.
Finally Erica just abandoned the fight, placing both her arms across her chest and trying to defend to the best of her capacity her mammaries. Diana threw a couple of hooks below Erica's arms to punish her belly a little, and when Erica crouched to minimize the impact zone Diana threw and uppercut to her chin that sent her down on her ass.
Diana moved forward, standing over Erica with her legs open over her belly.
-You got enough, bitch? -she said, coldly.
Erica made a move to sit up, and Diana placed her right foot on Erica's breast. Visibly in pain, Erica went back to the ground.
-I said, did you have enough, bitch?
-Let me up and I'll show you -replied Erica, but without energy on her voice.
Diana sighed and sat down on top of Erica's chest. She cried in pain as Diana's ass pushed on her heavily beaten breasts. Erica tried to fight back but Diana grabbed both her arms and pinned them down under her knees. In that final position she asked one more time.
-Are you done, stupid cow? -no answer came, and Diana lifted her fist up in the air and threw it directly into Erica's nose.
-Are you done? -still no answer, another hard and high blow and this time the nose started bleeding.
-Are you? -Erica's lips trembled as she looked like she was about to burst into tears, but she still kept her mouth shut. This time Diana leaned down a little and placed one hand next to Erica's face -I won't ask again - she began throwing rapid punches aimed in all directions towards Erica's face. Her cheeks, her eyes, her temples, her forehead, chin and nose, all possible places were hit at least a dozen times before she bursted into tears shouting:
-I'm done! I'm done! Please let me go!
Diana stopped. She looked down at the bloodied mess that was Erica's face and whispered:
-Look at you. Is he worthy?
Erica couldn't reply; upon breaking she began to tremble and cry and sob and couldn't stop.
-Don't mind telling me. I'll find out in a couple of minutes -Diana replied, then she grabbed Erica by the hair and smashed her head to the ground until Erica's eyes rolled white and passed out.
Diana stood up, went back to Dhalgren, and asked for her shoes. He gave them to her and saw her lean down, pushing her ass against his crotch to put on the shoes, then they walked out of the parking lot together.
