They staggered in the small space between the stage and Tom, locked together in a chest-to-chest clinch. Maddy wrapped her arms around Vicki’s ribs in a bearhug, burying her face in the side of the redhead’s neck so that claws couldn’t get to it. She lifted Vicki, and smashed her into the stage face and edge, her tits crushing Vicki’s with the impact. She pulled back, lifted, did it again. Again. She felt Vicki’s arms drop. She squeezed, and rolled her tits in a tight figure eight against her rival’s.
“Give up, bitch,” Maddy said into Vicki’s ear. “You can’t beat me. You aren’t good enough.” Her nipples were stabbing into Vicki’s nipples, deep in the center of the mass of crushed tits. Vicki’s arms lay limp on the stage. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed against tears. Maddy lifted her face from Vicki’s neck. She squeezed.
Vicki breathed in fast shallow gasps. The pain in her breasts was a burning, all-consuming thing, made all the worse by the fact that the brunette inflicted it not with her claws or fists but with her breasts. Who’s better? Is there any doubt, if my breasts destroy yours? And make no mistake, Vicki was on the edge of destruction, a whisper from total surrender, an eyelash from screaming for mercy. Would it be so bad to be the lesser woman? Maddy squeezed, and Vicki jerked from a starburst of pain as some small thing deep in her breast ruptured. “Submit to me, you weak cxnt!” Maddy snarled.
Yes, it was so bad. Vicki couldn’t bear the thought of it. She’d die first. She lifted her arms, the hardest thing she’d ever done, and slammed her hands together on Maddy’s head. Maddy screamed and staggered back from the thunderclap to her ears, releasing Vicki. Vicki rammed both hands into the brunette’s swinging tits and drove her back into Tom’s table. It toppled and spilled them both to the floor, but Vicki was on top and her locked-out arms drove her hands like spikes into Maddy’s chest.
Adrenaline poured into Vicki’s bloodstream. Maddy’s dark hair was spread in a wild fan around her head, her legs were splayed open. Vicki smashed her knee into her rival’s smooth-shaven pussy, crushing her clit against her public bone. Her grip on Maddy’s tits was unbreakable now, the brunette’s nipples bulging out between fingers buried in her flesh. Vicki surged with savage glee at the pain she saw in Maddy’s face. Knee again, she thought, and hammered it over and over into Maddy.
“I am good enough!” Vicki screamed, spittle flying from her lips. “I am better than you!” Maddy sobbed as now it was something in her tits that burst, as her pussy was battered into wreckage. She was barely conscious when Vicki flipped her to her stomach and wrenched her into a camel clutch hold, her arms pinned over Vicki’s legs, her breasts - livid with bruises and swelling rapidly - swinging free.
“You say it!” Vicki demanded. Her arms trembled as she dragged Maddy’s head back, fingers laced under her chin. “Say I’m better than you!”
Vicki held her in trembling agony as long as she could, but it wasn’t enough. Maddy wouldn’t say it. No matter how much Vicki bent her spine; no matter how much it hurt. No one was going to win the comparison by concession. One woman had to beat the other until all her fight was gone.
As soon as Maddy was upright, Vicki lashed savage slaps into her face and breasts and ribs. Sweat flew from the dancer’s body; blood flew from her battered mouth. Vicki shot forward and rammed her knee into Maddy’s lower belly. It was a brutal, devastating shot. Maddy made an inhuman cry of pain and collapsed again to her knees. Vicki hoped she’d ruptured her uterus or her ovaries. Fucking bitch. She moved in. Kill her, she thought. She reached for Maddy’s hair.
Maddy’s fist whipped up and into Vicki’s pussy. A bright bolt of agony shot through her pelvis. Maddy hit her again, then clawed her - thumbnail in her clit, four fingers stabbing into her, tearing at her vagina. Vicki fell. They were face-to-face, on their knees. They both knew from here only one of them would get up again.
Fists. Nails. Teeth.
They screamed and cursed and sobbed and finally fought in near-silence. The crowd pulled closer.
Vicki’s arms gave out. She swayed on her knees, her eyes dull, half-closed. Maddy slapped her breasts one way, then the other, then chopped down. Vicki had no answer. Maddy’s fist in her guts bent her double. She couldn’t straighten up again. Maddy gripped Vicki’s hand, and took her engagement ring. She twisted it into her torn and battered nipple, then into the cut at her eye.
“You lose,” Maddy said. Vicki couldn’t lift her head. Nothing left. Maddy hit her in the back of her neck. Her face smashed into the floor. She lay there, unmoving.
Maddy looked at Tom. She stood, unsteadily at first. She pulled him up, and through the stunned crowd. She had to have him. The door to one of the club’s VIP rooms barely clicked shut before she pushed him onto the couch and mounted him. She came, with the same intensity as she had fought, in only seconds. He poured out into her at the same time.
Maddy collapsed on Tom’s chest, totally spent. She had slipped the diamond onto her finger, without even realizing it. She looked at it now, her hand on his chest. She thought it was beautiful - beyond comparison.
