KO Kandi – “Consolation Prize”

Kandi Kane was beautiful. Standing at 5’ 8” and measuring 44DD-26-38, with honey-blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes, there was no doubting her outer charms. The trouble was on the inside. To put it bluntly, Kandi was mean. She was arrogant, rude, and downright nasty when it came to getting what she wanted. And what she seemed to want most of all was other women’s men. Not that she couldn’t have easily gotten one (or a dozen) of her own, but where was the fun in that? No, her favorite pastime was going to the local meat-market, a dive called “The Den of Iniquity” by those who frequented it, even though, officially, it had another name over the door, and picking out a stud and then batting her eyes and shaking her tits until the poor sap forgot all about the woman he was with and left with Kandi.

Naturally, she only used him for that single night—But, oh, what a night!—since she wasn’t really interested in him per se, and then laughed at the thought of him trying to get back with his girlfriend or wife or whoever he’d been with at the Den. If he was unfortunate enough to ever see Kandi again, she ignored him completely, unless he was with a new woman, of course. Then she would walk up and give him a big kiss and remind him of the amazing night of passion they’d shared and rub her chest against the dumb prick, not to mention rubbing his dumb prick itself, until he ditched another girl, and another relationship, for a night of hot, wild, monkey love with the blonde bimbo.

The women who frequented the Den got sick and tired of Kandi’s antics, but none of them dared to challenge the big blonde, being as how they were either too scared or too pretty to risk a confrontation with the intimidating whore. Kandi had a reputation for not only stealing men, but for kicking ass, too. The fact that she made her living as a “catfighter” for a well-known company, even though no one had ever seen her fight anywhere but on the videos the company produced, was not lost on the local trawlers, nor on the Den’s waitressing staff, who always got stiffed out of a tip when Kandi lured a man away from his date.

So, the two groups pooled their money and hired a “ringer” to come in and deal with the blonde slut: A gorgeous black woman named “Sugar” Jackson. Sugar worked for a bar in another town that featured wrestling and foxy boxing and she was the champion of that establishment in both “divisions.” Standing at 5’ 10” and measuring 40D-28-40, with short hair that had red highlights and piercing green eyes, she was an even more alluring and impressive figure than Kandi. But Sugar didn’t steal other women’s men. She didn’t need to, having been happily married to her high school sweetheart, Tony, for over five years. So when the women of the Den approached her one night and told her about the homewrecking blonde whore who was making their lives miserable, and flashed a wad of greenbacks at her, Sugar readily accepted their offer to teach the slut a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.

A few nights later Kandi was cruising the Den to see if there was any new meat when she spied a delicious looking black man she’d never seen before. And, better still, he was with a gorgeous woman. She was dressed to kill in her usual attire of a black sports bra, white blouse, left daringly open, and hip-hugging shorts that showed her perfect ass off to perfection. A pair of high-heeled boots and a black bandana around her throat completed her outfit. Smiling smugly, she sauntered over and sat at a nearby table and started her seduction routine while the girls behind the bar giggled quietly. When she had the black hunk’s attention, which didn’t take long, she said in a husky whisper, “Hey, stud, I haven’t seen you around here before. What say you and me get out of here and go back to my place?”

“Excuse me?” Tony said. “Can’t you see I’m with someone?”

“So? Why settle for rump roast when you can have US Grade A Prime sirloin, hun,” Kandi said, shaking her tits and batting her eyes.

Tony got up from the table and the blonde whore licked her lips at the sight of his well-built 6’ 2” frame. His head was shaved bald and his eyes were a deep, rich shade of brown. His skin was like fine, imported chocolate and the muscles beneath it rippled as he stood up and nodded. “You’re right, sweet thing. Let’s get out of here, babe,” he said. Kandi smiled in expectation of mind-blowing sex with the handsome man, until he reached down and took the hand of the woman he was with. “I’ve had enough of the local sights for one night,” he added.

“Huh? You’re rejecting me?” Kandi stammered, stepping close and pressing her tits into him.

“Back off, blondie, or I’ll hand you your pearly whites on a platter,” Sugar snarled, standing up and pressing a finger into the buxom bimbo’s breast.

“Stay out of this, bitch, or you’ll be the one who’ll be eating through a straw,” the blonde replied, focusing her attention on Tony as she batted the woman’s hand away.

“Okay, I gave you every possible chance to walk away, but you’re as worthless and cheap a piece of gutter-slutting trash as they told me you were,” Sugar said, stepping into a solid blow to the bimbo’s belly that left Kandi gasping for breath. The black woman reached out and grabbed the bandana around the slut’s neck with her right hand and twisted it until she began to choke. “I thought you were a big, bad catfighter, sweetie. Can’t you take a little punch?”

Kandi coughed and took her first real good look at the woman whose man she’d tried to steal and realized that she was not only beautiful, but big and hard-bodied besides. She was wearing a tight-fitting half T-shirt and a pair of black bicycle shorts with a red stripe down the sides. Even in her white sneakers, she was taller than Kandi in high-heels. The blonde swung her right arm up and tried to hit Sugar in the face, but the taller woman just laughed and dodged the clumsy attempt while swinging the gagging slut around by the bandana and knocking her back against a chair. The black woman then drove another hard punch deep into Kandi’s exposed gut and the whore would have crumpled to her knees were it not for the black’s grip on her bandana. “It’s time to teach you a lesson about leaving other people’s things alone, baby,” Sugar said, leveling a shot into Kandi’s right tit. The blonde bimbo grunted and tried to cover her chest but the black woman raised her right hand, causing Kandi’s hands to go to her throat as she was lifted to her tiptoes by her bandana. “That’s right, leave those big hooters out in the open so I can play with’em,” Sugar growled, landing a powerful blow into the bitch’s left tit. When Kandi again tried to sag to her knees, Sugar yanked her up hard and buried her fist in her heaving tummy all the way up to her wrist. “Damn, girl, you need to stand up or I might have to find some way to keep you up while I finish kicking your blonde ass.” Kandi collapsed forward, resting her head on Sugar’s shoulders as her hands circled the taller woman’s waist in an effort to stay on her feet, and began sobbing, begging her to stop. Sugar just laughed and released the bandana only to wrap her powerful arms around the bitch’s upper body and squeeze her in a crushing bear-hug.

The blonde whore moaned as Sugar’s rock-hard nipples dug into her own, painfully flattening them, and her legs kicked feebly in the air. The black woman tensed her arms and sent a shockwave of agony rippling through the bimbo’s body, causing her to gurgle out a plea for mercy before her head fell back limply. The crowd cheered at the sight of the cruel slut unconscious in the black woman’s arms, but Sugar wasn’t through yet. She carried Kandi over to a coat rack that was hanging from one of the walls and placed her bandana over one of the hooks and then stepped back and nodded in satisfaction. Kandi’s feet were barely touching the ground, so she was in no immediate danger of choking to death, but this way both of the black woman’s arms were free to work the slut over.

Sugar slapped her across the face until she opened her blue eyes and then began to struggle. When the whore reached up to try to get her bandana free from the hook, Sugar snapped her head back into the wall with a solid right to her chin. “Just hang there and enjoy this like the skanky piece of rotten meat you are, blondie,” she said, firing a series of lefts and rights into Kandi’s tits. The slut moaned and groaned as the merciless black woman’s fists buried themselves in her tender chest, too hurt to even try to cover them up when they popped free of the black bra. Sugar grinned like a wolf and tore into the newly exposed tits with even more ferocity until they were not only black and blue, but looking a little lopsided besides. “I think one of your implants got loose, bitch,” she laughed, launching a series of uppercuts into the bimbo’s jiggling jugs. “Okay, enough of that, now it’s time to get serious.” Sugar then began working lefts and rights into Kandi’s belly, letting her fists linger a bit so that what muscles the blonde whore had never had a chance to recover. Kandi gasped as the punches landed and bloody drool began running from the corner of her panting mouth. Sugar just laughed and lowered her blows so that they struck just below the whimpering blonde slut’s waistband, leaving her totally breathless. “And now I think we need to deal with the real culprit,” Sugar said after a couple of dozen hits to that tender area. She then brought her right fist up from the floor in a devastating uppercut that landed flush between the bimbo’s legs so hard it actually lifted Kandi up off the floor and released her bandana from the hook.

The blonde bitch landed unsteadily on her feet and looked at Sugar through crossed eyes as her arms dangled uselessly at her sides. “N-n-n-no…m-m-m-m-more,” she gasped.

Sugar nodded and said, “You’re right about that, slut-cake.” She then reared back and punched Kandi squarely in the mouth, spinning her completely around before she toppled backwards to land on her ass beneath the coat rack, very, very unconscious.

The crowd at the Den burst into wild applause and everyone congratulated Sugar and thanked her. “You know, any of you ladies could probably have kicked her fat ass,” she remarked after getting a long, deep victory kiss from Tony. “Those videos she makes are all show. She doesn’t know how to fight any more than I know how to fly a jet. So here’s your money back, it was worth it for me just to teach that gutter-skank a lesson. ‘Sides, she never even landed a single punch. There is one thing, though…”

“Name it,” grinned the lead waitress, gratefully accepting the money back.

“If you don’t mind, Tony and I would like to take little miss bitch home and have some private fun with her cheap ass,” Sugar said with a big smile.

The crowd laughed. “Take her and kill her if you want, and with our compliments,” the lead waitress replied. “I know if I ever see her slutty face again I’m gonna give her a worse beating than you did.” The rest of the Den’s women loudly echoed that sentiment.

“Oh, then I wouldn’t dream of denying you ladies that singular pleasure,” Sugar giggled as Tony went over and hoisted the unconscious bitch over his shoulder. “We’ll be sure to leave enough for the rest of you to have fun with.” Then she and Tony left with their “consolation prize” as the crowd once again applauded.