I guess I'll add something to get things started.
Today, September 21, 2019,
I texted Tammy's husband that I am 10 minutes away to meet her in a catfight which we agreed over texts and email. Her husband contacted me, rewarding me $1000 if I win, $500 if I lose. Money I cannot pass up, I agreed. After exchanging information, today is the day I will meet the wife, Tammy. The gps on my phone took me to their 2 floor home where I was greeted by a man at the front door. I exchanged greetings with him and took me into his house. I look around the living room, seeing pictures of him and his busty wife, Tammy. He told me Tammy is doing this as a birthday gift, but is having a hard time finding someone to fight her in front of him, so we decided to pay her opponents to make his gift a reality.
I was escorted up the stairs where I see more pictures of Tammy and her husband. As we reach the 2nd floor, her husband pointed the room down the hall, telling me I will fight in the former guest room. I walk down the hallway behind her husband, my heels clicking on the wooden floor. My heart racing a bit, expecting to meet the short buxom wife who wanted to please her husband to a catfight.
Her husband enters the room first, I see the smile on his face.
"Honey, she is here. We can get this started"
I enter the room and there she is, a brunette with straight brown hair, a low cut white top showing her breasts aching for release, her panties in display, and her barefeet on the carpet flooring.
I greeted my would be opponent then looked around the room as I take off my shoes. The room is empty except for the single seat at the far corner left of the room, assuming that is where her husband is watching.
I reach down to unbutton my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles, and stepping out of them. I take my jeans and shoes next her husband's chair. I turn to face my opponent with only my black top and panties.
Her husband walks pass us, taking his seat. I hear his hands clap then rub together.
"Ok Miss Betty, you beat my wife, Tammy, you get the $1000 as agreed, but if you lose, you only get $500"
I nodded to her husband, then looking back at Tammy.
"She is only leaving with $500" Tammy mutters out
I hiss back at her "I take that $1000 after I am done beating and humiliating you, Miss Piggy"
I watch her hands close tightly as I close mine. There is no need for her husband to tell us to start, no bell to start the match. We both charged at each other, busty blonde and a busty brunette will crash into each other and grabbing each other's hair.
Who will win this fight, the Buxom Blonde or Tammy?
