The furniture has been pushed back towards the walls creating an open 20 x 20 space for the battle. Michael and Jake sat silently on sofas on opposite walls of the large carpeted room; they exchanged knowing smiles before returning their undivided attention back to their warriors.
“Care to raise the ante Jake?” Michael asked a smile on his face, as he looked at his lovely Lisa in her red dress. “Baby--you look gorgeous!”
“Sure, how about $100?” Jake replied his eyes never wavering from the sight of Tami in her blue dress. “Tami--lookin’ good doll.”
Neither woman acknowledged the men nor even seemed to know that they were there. To them, the world existed no further than the two of them and their impending battle. Lisa and Tami circled each other warily. Dressed similarly in short skirts, garters, stockings, heels, and soft silken blouses the women, each woman’s eyes burned with their competitive desires, they raised their hands in front of them with their nails barred in front of them, the slowly moved closer towards together.
“You fucking bitch,” Tami hissed as she lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of Lisa’s hair.
“You should know,” Lisa purred as she wrapped her two fists into Tami’s locks, “you come from a long line of fucking whores.”
Both women yanked viciously causing their bodies to slam violently together: their breasts mashing together. They ground together: their nipples pressing hard against the fabric of their bras. Their arm muscles strained as they yanked, tugged, ripped, and tore at each other’s scalps.
The men both shuddered as they heard the sickening sound of hair ripping from the others head. “Fucking Christ,” Jake barked. “Damn!” Michael said hoarsely.
Both women fell backwards with strands of hair in their hands. The women’s eyes blazed with fury as they glanced at their locks in the other’s hands. Lisa tossed the hair to the floor and lunged at Tami again grabbing around her the waist and shoving her against the coffee table against the wall. Straddling Tami, Lisa pressed her breasts into her foe grinding her hard nipples over and across.
Tami reached up yanked Lisa’s head backwards straining her neck almost beyond its limits. Leveraging her feet against the floor, Tami bucked her hips up tossing Lisa to the side onto the table. Her arms still around Tami’s waist, the two women rolled towards the right edge of the table, back towards the left edge, then once again towards the right edge. Precariously they wobbled on the edge of the table before falling to the floor.
They landed on their sides. Momentarily stunned by the fall, they let go of each other and glared blankly at each other before reaching forward and ripping each other’s dress fronts. Their long nails ripped into each other: digging long trenches into the other’s breasts. Both women screams of pain tore through the room.
“I am going to rip your fucking nipples off you bitch!” Lisa screamed into Tami’s face. Smiling evilly, she dug her nails into Tami’s nipples digging her nails in turning, twisting, and gauging.
“Not on your whore loving life!” Tami bellowed back as she dug her claws fully into Lisa’s lovely globes.
The battle became a breast war as the two women dug deep into each other. Dress fronts were torn away exposing bare breasts. Nails ripped down tender flesh. Fingers ground nipples attempting to pulverize them.
Repeatedly the two hellcats rolled over each other’s. Their legs tangled together; their toe nails scraping long strips of skin from the other’s long legs. Grunting obscenely, they shrieked obscenities at each other: “Bitch”, “Whore”, “Cunt”, “Fucking motherless fuck”, “Slagger”, “Skank”.
Rolling to the dominant position, Lisa bitch slapped Tami’s face repeatedly leaving her hand print on the side of her adversaries face. “Cunt!” Tami spat into Lisa’s face. “Whore!” Lisa hissed blinded. As Lisa wiped her eyes, Tami took advantage and slammed her knee up and between Lisa’s thighs. Lisa’s eyes grew large as she moaned loudly: her body stiffening. Tami reached up and punched Lisa squarely in the face.
“Fuck!” Lisa moaned her body leaning to the right as she moved to avoid another blow. Tami swung wildly toppling Lisa over; quickly she moved on top of Lisa and began yanking her hair slamming her head against the floor with one hand as she drove her fist into Lisa’s breasts. Groaning loudly, Lisa wildly reached up and grabbed Tami’s wrist digging her nails into her wrists leaving deep read crevices into her wrists. Their faces inches apart, their arm muscles strained visibly as they fought. The hot breath of the other incited the other to want to destroy the other.
“Come on baby!” Michael cheered “Fuck her baby—cunt her love!”
“Get her Tami!” Jake yelled loudly rising from the sofa.
Grunting, Lisa slammed her elbow between Tami’s breasts hitting her squarely in the sternum. Tami gasped loudly gulping large breaths of air. Again, Lisa slammed her elbow harder this time deeper into the boney space. “Fucker!” Tami moaned rolling to her side grabbing her chest.
Lisa scrambled over on top of Tami. “Cunting time bitch!” Lisa growled. With malice and hatred shining through her eyes, Lisa ripped Tami’s panties off revealing her trimmed pussy. Without a hint of hesitation, Lisa dug her fingers deeply into Tami’s cunt; ripping her nails into her pussy lips. Digging in deeply, she cork screwed her fingers in then raked her nails down the tender pink flesh. Tami’s body jerked violently upwards as her cunt was ripped by long nails. “Fuck, bitch!” Tami moaned trying to push Lisa off her.
“YOUR cunt will never see another cock you fucking little tit whore,” Lisa screamed.: slamming her nails deeper in feeling the tender flesh ripping ragged edges into her adversary. Her eyes gleaming like blue bright flames. “I am going to rip your fucking little clit out and feed it to the Dobermans!” Lisa’s fingers dug deeply at the base of Tami’s clit: her nails nearly touching.
Tami screamed in agonized pain. “Fuck NO you bitch!” Her hands trying to claw Lisa’s arms. “Not today bitch!” Lisa hissed moving her body over Tami’s torso pinning her to the carpet.
“Fucking Christ! Stop her!” Jake called as he stood up and moved towards the fighting women.
“Lisa honey….enough baby,” Michael shouted as he moved towards the combatants. Touching her shoulder, he tightened his fingers on her pulling her back a bit.
“NO! I want her clit!”
“Baby, it is over darling,” Michael whispered in her ear, “you beat her darling,”
Lisa looked at Michael for a long moment before removing her fingers from Tami’s cunt. Sitting back on her heels, she hugged Michael’s thighs pressing her sweaty body against him. Smiling down at her, Michael stroked her hair and her back. “Jake, Tami needs some help.”
“She sure does man!”
Michael slowly lifted Lisa to her knees and then carried her to the sofa. Sitting next to her, he surveyed her body. Tenderly he cupped her breasts and kissed her nipples softly.
“Next time whore you ass is mine,” Tami screamed from the other couch as he leaned into Jakes shoulder
“Anytime you trailer park whore,” Lisa screamed back getting up off the couch and heading back towards Tami. Quickly Michael and Jake grabbed the two women. “Enough for tonight,” Jake declared, “Tami you lost—another time for the re-match okay?”
Tami glared at Jake with the recognition of her defeat sourly on her lips. “There will be are-match—and I WILL whip her skank ass.!” Tami spat at Lisa as she rose up again off the couch this time heading for the door. “NEXT time bitch—YOU are mine!”
“Yeah right and I will win the lottery tomorrow!,” Lisa shouted back as Michael held her tighly preventing her from chasing her hated rival out the door to the street. “She thought tonight was bad---just wait until next time!” Lisa muttered her eyes blazing.