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THE PUREST
Tales of MS.
MOHOGANY HARGROVE
Aka
Favorite

I’ve told this story before but in this context it bears repeating:
When I was about four years of age I was sitting quietly at home playing with a toy on the floor by the couch where my father was lounging and falling to sleep with the news paper. Suddenly we felt a rumble in the walls and floor of our apartment building; we were in southwest Ohio so an earthquake was out of the question. So my father leaped from his reclining state to our door, which he pulled open as far as the chain, latch would allow and I right behind him squeezed my “lil big head” ;-) between the door and dad’s leg to see the commotion. It was two of our neighbor ladies spinning down the hallway round and round like a howling whirlwind of fists and elbows with the landing and missing of blows, their feminine frames crashing from wall to wall, their sailor-like cursing and their shuffling feet as their sound effects. The struggle travel from the third floor to the first and onto the small front yard there on Madison Ave, it took eight male Cincinnati Police Officers to part them. The children in the neighborhood brook into tears at the sight, all except me. I cried when my father picked me up and took me away from the action. They were fighting over another woman, I did not understand such things at that tender age I only knew I wanted them to do it again.

I have craved that curious sport ever since and I have found that the purest reason for women to do battle is the love of money and the purest combatant in that vein is Ms. Mahogany Hargrove.

Having just renewed my membership at the 24 Hour Fitness just off Westheimer near The Lucky Village restaurant; my loved ones say it’s sad that I always find a place to workout near a place to eat. I was on the stair-climber with my Blue Tooth attaché to my sweaty ear like when it beeped:

“Deacon”
“Yes this is he”
Why so formal ole man?
“Mahogany”; I said smiling as I always do when she calls
“I’m ready to make some money,” she offered without hesitance
“Mahogany you are too young. What would your parents say?”
“I’m twenty-three Deacon and I have fought before and I have not been ‘too young’ for years, besides what could they say?”

No doubt Mahogany was alluding to the fact that before they were married her father Clarence Hargrove put her mother Glenda in G-Man’s caged ring like he was Michael Vick and she was his favorite B!@%#! Pit. When they were very young and stupid they left a fight video laying around for a five-year-old Mahogany and her playmates to pick up and put into the VCR. Though little Mahogany wasn’t able to process what she and her friends had seen, her instincts to protect her parents were keen. She turned to her play mates and explained very convincingly that her mom was beating that lady because “that bad lady was trying to kiss my daddy” and that her father was cheering because; he did not want to kiss that nasty lady” She never confronted her parents, she only handed the tape to her mom in front of her days and said “you better put this up high mommy I don’t think it’s for lil’ kids”. Both her parents wept all night that night; thereafter they spent the rest of their lives trying to make up for it by buying her ‘things’. Her siblings never knew why she got anything she asked for; she was not the youngest nor was she the only girl. Mahogany just seemed to be the favorite so that is what they called her “Favorite”

“So what do you have in mind?”
“A Round Robin Acceleration (each match means the winner’s purse increases) in a cage I also want ten percent of the wagers, sealed combatants list, intermittent lighting with hanging tools, no holds barred, scorpion gloves, g-strings and three inch heals; heels optional, give me seven combatants, win by verbal submission or knockout, exception last match Double C-Lock 10 Count Submission, winner takes all.
“You are mighty sure of yourself young lady”
“I always am Deacon”
“So who’s gonna’ pay for this?”
“The sheiks”
“ The sheiks? And how can you be sure they will front the event?”
“Send them a pic of me in heels; from the waist down and send my resume without my name and you will get your money”
“Clever girl; so may I ask what the money is for?”
“Well if you must know I’m planning a trip to Italy and I want to stay at “The Villa San Michele a Doccia”
where the Garden Suite costs € 2.800,00, The Full Board: Euro 156,00 per person (à la carte meal) and I refuse to tap into my savings.”
“Per person, you were planning to take someone?”
“Now you’re being nosey old man”
“I just chuckled; “I will do as you ask and as usual you will probably get what you want, Favorite.”
“I always do,” she said in a confident voice.

Ten of the more lustful sheiks responded with transferring funds into our (The Battle Clan) offshore account in the Caribbean while three were more prudent not wanting to purchase without perusal they asked for pics and resumes of the other ladies chosen to meet Ms. Hargrove in the “dark cage”.

Round One
Flying Massala

Just beyond the Harris County Jail House in Houston there is a small maze of privately owned warehouses and lofts. One loft was where the remote telecast broadcasted the action to the sheiks in the comfort of their homes; yes ladies and gentlemen decadence has gone high tech.

The fitting space was an iron cage with 2 sides that revolved, the combatants are guided to those sides in pitch-black darkness they stand against their sides and the floor turns them into the cage. At the discretion of yours truly they lights turn on and the fight begins; when in darkness the women try to be as stealth in their breathing and movements as possible. All the while they concoct some of the most interesting defensive and offensive posture imaginable. After two years and over 50 matches like this Mahogany had never been taken by surprise but there is a first time for everything.

Mighty glutei pressed securely against the chilly steel rods with a slight quiver of anticipation. The Lights came on and it was Prithika the company’s assistant scheduling coordinator but not eye to eye with Mahogany not crouching low or charging her as many women have done in the past but the South Asian beauty planted her self at the top of the bars like a south American tree frog and as soon as the lights cam on she sprung towards Mahogany and with uncanny precision wrapped her thighs around Mahogany’s head and neck, dropped backward into a hand stand position and then whipped her supple bottom half behind her and snapped Mahogany’s whole body to the sound of a side of beef smacking a cold slaughter house floor.

Rolling up into an upright position Prithika tightened her figure four headlock pulled Mahogany’s tress forward and fully established her libidinous school girl pin smothering her opponent with the apex of her extraordinary cinnamon tinted female frame.

Immediate reaction when face-mounted is to struggle vigorously to escape Prithika’s response was to lay forward and flat while tightening her lower grip. Having been placed in this humiliating position by the stunning Bengali girl, Mahogany could do nothing except what every wrestler does when she is on her back and in trouble, she planted her heels solidly into the deck Mahogany then pushed back with your legs in an explosive motion and arch her back, bridging off your head and shoulder to one side at the same time she was digging into Prithika’s kidneys causing Prithika to lose concentration and balance teetering over to one side but still hold Mahogany’s head in her libidinous grip. Still Mahogany was in better position, she was on her knees; epigastria showcasing her abdominal excellence and liquid tedium dripped from her glistening battled hardened nipples. Mahogany’s petite hands swiftly moved from Prithika’s lower back to her bosoms, which was a shame because for a short time as I gaze at the south Asian beauty on her back her breast looked like two exotic cinnamon treats each topped with a twin black cherry. {Sorry I digress} Mahogany growled during the entire ordeal.

No doubt the humiliation of a straight woman being trapped face to crotch in the grips of another woman’s thighs was bad enough, not to mention the obvious danger of knockout by extermination, or the possibility of a sprained or broken neck. Mahogany was locked “lip-to-lip” so to speak with someone who had recently been with her “near-kinsman” {he was her first and her most consistent lover, though she always had a man he was her special treat that she shared with no one, especially this little Tipu's Girl} Having her tits clawed and started pulling them Mahogany then shifted her lower half from a delightful looking kneeling position to a lovely stooping posture and then with Amazonian might she hoisted Prithika chest high then drove her into the deck until Prathika’s leg-lock was broken.
Mahogany launched a vicious elbow attack toward the angelic face of her Indian opponent Prithika quickly turned over to protect her lovely mask but to her great detriment because once she was on her stomach and at Mahogany’s mercy and Mahogany had none.

Prithika’s claim to fame was her submission win over the mighty Marie Odette Devereux after her first defeat from Trechelle, Marie heard rumors of Prithika getting her man’s attention {oh no not her husband, but her man at work who was Prithika’s boss}. The rumor was unfounded but Marie’s paranoia magnified after being “Jailhouse by Trechelle and she felt she had to prove something to every challenger real and imagined. After her loss to the petite Indian beauty Marie left the company and the women’s Fight Club.

The case with Prithika and Mahogany’s “kissin’ cousin” was true however; he was present for the match between Prithika and Marie and fell into immediate lust with her. Prithika was flattered and her blood was hot from the battle so that night she treated him to a bit of Masala. Had it been a one-night-stand Mahogany might not have made the “butt-whoopin’” so severe but for those two once was not enough they made out like Denzel and Sarita Choudhury hence Mahogany had to “handle her bidnezz” so to speak.

Mahogany mounted Prithika locked on a figure four thigh-lock and Dragon-Sleeper combo and bent her helpless opponents back like a braves bow until amidst the squealing and crying she her a slight snap in Prithika’s back. Mahogany released her but not before she whispered something in her ear in
Hindi : “Maaf kijiye Byatch”. Mahogany backed away to her original position against the bars the lights went out and she awaited her next opponent.

Round Two
Chopping Down a Tree

Three long minutes passed while Mahogany caught her breath in the darkness the suddenly the lights came on full blast and she saw what appeared to be a giant. In comparison Mahogany’s height to her new opponents she did see a giant. It was the statuesque Tamelyn Rogers:
All Six feet and two inches of her honey brown sinewy frame plus three more inches of Dereon Monumental purple heels. Tamelyn also was wearing a matching purple Vamperella-like singlet {Reference for those who need a visual: http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/1/15530/330572-40085-vampirella_large.jpg} Mahogany did not know her or her name for that matter but she had often seen her around the office thinking “how beautiful and graceful that tall girl is” At the same time Mahogany thought in the back of her mind “hate to meet that B!%@#! in a dark alley”

When the blinking was done the rush toward each other; the tall girl going for the short girl’s head with hooks and jabs and the short girl seeking closeness for grappling. Tamelyn barely connected because of Mahogany’s cat-like speed bobbing and weaving. Mahogany accomplished her goal in that she affixed herself to Tamelyn’s upper right thigh with a figure four lock and buried her face into the big girl’s chest to keep from being bombarded by the punishing punches. Mahogany was hoping to through Tamelyn off balance toppling her to the deck but Tamelyn adjusted her stance accommodating the extra weight. Tamelyn then quickly hug Mahogany’s head tightly to her then began a barrage of pile driving elbow strikes to Mahogany’s head and trapezium. Mahogany was relegated to a python like grip on Tamelyn’s thigh and repeated head-butts on her tender breasts that soon took their toll. Tamelyn pivoted them toward the nearest corner of the cage crashing Mahogany’s tailbone into a bar causing her a ringing pain in her spin and making her lose her leg hold. Mahogany could not afford to show how much pain she was in, instead she launched a psychological assault to accompany her physical assault. As soon as her feet touched the floor Mahogany challenged the big girl to battle head-to-head:
“What’s up “byatch” come on down and let’s trade and see who drops first”
“What?! Lil H@#!” And without further talk Tamelyn took a low crouching stance, laid her forehead against Mahogany’s and they started to bang for ten uninterrupted minutes. Though there were no words they spoke volumes with the sounds of bone to flesh cracking back and forth and the deep hollow sound when a good body shot is given. Growling and grunting as the two ebony Gladiatrix taxed each other with punishing hand and elbow strikes; Tamelyn had more targets literally peppering Mahogany’s body from every angle with unrelenting blows. Mahogany’s advantage was the short distance her blows had to travel and her skill of throwing her entire body into her strikes. Co-mingling blood sweat, spittle and tears formed directly below and in front of them; a mutual head strike between them was the only thing that parted them they stood staring as their epigastria heaved their supple breasts to the heavens as offerings of war. Suddenly Mahogany spoke an offer that Tamelyn could not refuse; “come on back down hear Big B!%@#! So we can finish this”. Tamelyn resumed her stance, their fore head touched and it started again only time Mahogany only threw upper cuffs snapping the big girls head back with every blow until the pressure caused Tamelyn to raise up then with cat-like speed Mahogany struck her in the throat. Tamelyn choked staggered and blinked tears almost simultaneously but never did she panic. The giant girl stepped to one side hooked Mahogany’s head in a front face-lock then reached between Mahogany’s legs from the back preparing to flip her mid-air, send her crashing onto her knee (Tamelyn’s knee) then with a chin and pelvic stretch cause the “little one” to submit. Excellent plane but Mahogany’s was better before Tamelyn could get a crotch-lock on her Mahogany locked her ankles about the bars behind her then reached for Tamelyn’s V, clamping on to the pleasure-bone which radiated pain from the button to the canal. Unthinkable pain caused Tamelyn to stand to attention like a Marine in dress blues; her glutei quaking, her voluptuous lips uttering words with no audio, eyes filled with tears. However the horror was not over; Mahogany with her alternate hand pinched Tamelyn’s “sacral nerve” which controls the bowels and began to walk her around the cage like “a well trained dog {Just in case you re not acquainted with this painful move: http://images.stupidvideos.com/images/2/00/16/40/90/164090_m730_____1.jpg}.
Tamelyn could only pray that she not wet herself or anything else:
Well Big B!%@#! Feel like using the bathroom, huh?! Tell you what I will let you go if you repeat after me at the top of you voice, ok?
“MMMMMmmmm Tamelyn” nodded and moaned.
“Miss Mahogany is my Mama cause she whooped my @$$!”
She did, so Mahogany released her holds and Tamelyn dropped like a redwood in the forest then the lights went out because Tamelyn was done.

Ten long minutes past before we turn the lights on again; this gave the Sheiks ample time to wire their bets in for the future rounds and gave Ms. Hargrove time to rest. No don’t she was not completely regrouping because she tended to think of her next purchases after she collected the money and before her trip. {Yes folks she was just that cocky ;-)} She had seen this Jainsons International, Vintage Evening Gown with rich blue Silk and blue, clear and striking silver beading also three jewels hanging down from the sleeve that she would kill for………;-)

The lights came up slowly this time and she was surprised to see her friend Eunice Domagas (which means unyielding in Tagalog, the native language of the Filipines). Unknown to Mahogany her little Filipino shopping and lunch buddy was skilled at the art of Dumog, (Filipino grappling methods with an emphasis on disabling or control of the opponent by manipulation of the head and neck and Tapi-Tapi or "Alive Hand", an Eskrimadors free-hand used for deflecting, blocking, monitoring, trapping, disarming, and striking). One thing Mahogany did know was her little South Sea Islander friend never embarked upon a venture unprepared and she loved mammon a much as she did and no doubt Eunice thought of fashion purchases between fights also.
They were two peas in a pod and soon they would find out whose love of money was greater and whose womanhood was superior.
They rushed to the center of the cage immediately taxing each other with slaps, chops, punches, kicks, knee strikes, elbows and head butts that resounded like bowling balls in an empty alley. This exchange ended in a mutual headlock, which involved hair pulling and severe hacking blows to the cranium and upper body with occasional stinging feet and knees to the legs and thighs. During this period Eunice spoke to Mahogany in a very angry sounding Togalog; no doubt cursing and taunting her. Mahogany illogically returned a verbal barb in English as if Eunice did not understand her, but no matter, at least she got her’s in so to speak. Finally through a series of attempted tripping by both women they toppled to the deck intertwined in a moist cinnamon and chocolate undulating swirl of reciprocal anguish; at this point both Ms. Brown and Trechelle had to fan me in an air conditioned room ;-)

Growing tired of their mutual holds Eunice and Mahogany silently agreed to switch positions to attempt to end the exciting display of feminine pugilism. Having the same idea they inverted and engaged in duel figure four headlocks; Eunice moved faster and so she had a better cinch than Mahogany but Mahogany’s mighty thighs could not be ignored. The striations in Eunice’s short but the envisage of her letter perfect gams and glutei became evident. Mahogany’s thickness and flawlessly spherical posterior became like a quivering iron mask on Eunice’s face robbing her of much needed air. After a short time only Eunice’s hair, hairline and a large protruding vein that traveled up the middle of her forehead intersecting with her widow’s peak could be seen. Eunice’s diminutive tummy became distended as if she was in her second trimester; her legs lost their strength releasing the grip she had on her adversary. Mahogany asked no quarter nor did she give any, friend or not she devastated her “lunch and shopping buddy” Following the tradition of the Filipino Extreme fighting woman Mahogany after rendering her friend helpless leaned forward and applied the Davy Crocket Beaver Lock forcing Eunice into a excruciating bridge posture balancing her quivering lower half to the balls of her feet. Leaning backward in a half arched riding position Mahogany then holding Eunice’s course black tress as she flexed her mighty glutei forcing Eunice into ‘vulvastic’ obloquy until the lights dimmed again and she release the petite woman unconscious into the darkness.
Only a few minutes past before the lights came on and when they did Mahogany could only say one thing with her eyes as wide as silver dollars: ATHENA
Yes the Marvel Super Shero had arrived; when Mahogany saw who it was she rushes toward the cinnamon tinctured beauty with all haste. It was common knowledge that Athena had taken both Trechelle and Cyn to task in her battle alongside Isis and that Athena’s quickness, vigor and skill were virtually superhuman.
Mahogany’s concerns were not without foundation; just as it seemed the two vigorous vixens were about to make a head on collision in the air Athena turned her vivacious body askew. Mahogany passed her like a bull duped by an experienced matador and before the pass was complete Isis snatched little Mahogany out of full sprint like hidden serpent catching her prey. Mahogany found herself yoked by the neck and arm almost a foot from the deck. Air passages immediately blocked and her moist curvilinear frame a wiggle and dangling helplessly. Adding insult to injury; as Mahogany was quickly loosing consciousness Athena was running smack:
“What, what, ‘lil’ B!%@#! You thought I was gonna' be carried out on a stretcher like them other H@#$!” S#!!!!%! Athena (speaking of her self in the first person) eats lil' munchkin @$$! B!%@#es like you fo’ snacks!
Athena was as we used to say back in the day “smellin’ herself” After releasing Mahogany and letting her slump to the floor choking and gasping for air Athena straddle her fallen foe and continued to taunt her will an old O’Jays tune:
“ Don’t let it get ya’ down guuuuurl don’t let it get ya’ daaawn”, Athena sang softly in her ear. Well Mahogany had a good run but it was all over I thought to myself and I could tell by the look on Makeba and Trechelle’s face that they were thinking the same thing.
I believe the saying “it ain't over til' It’s over rang true that day because right at the end of Athena’s little serenade Mahogany snapped her in the throat with part of her hand between the thumb and the index finger. Athena grabbed her own neck with both hands and fell over on her side making a high pitched gasping sound. Mahogany wasted no time she wrapped herself about Athena’s left leg with a figure four at the knee which she popped immediately then she inverted the hold into a brutal one-legged Boston Crab, squatting rapidly ‘cheek to cheek’ and leaning back until she heard the brown bomb shell’s hip dislocate. Finally Athena caught her breath only to let out a bellow that would wake the dead; a sound that would garner sympathy from any one except someone she just choked and taunted. Mahogany was no where near finished with her broken foe; Mahogany stepped into the middle of Athena’s back reached down and grabbed Athena’s hands and twisted her arms into a double arm bar. Then with malice of forethought the little lady warrior dropped her knee into Athena’s back and extended her arms which caused Athena’s to cross in the back and snap out of their sockets. Athena’s head snapped upward and simultaneously her glutei immobilized into a russet dual knoll of sensual magnificence. Though no more beautiful a sight I have ever seen, still it was hard to enjoy knowing Athena was having what was tantamount to a near death experience.
Mahogany then grabbed Athena by her tress raising Athena to a kneeling position then mounted her ‘labium-to- lip’ with her feet parked into the axis of Athena’s exquisite V-shaped back and the top part of her torso bent over the front of Athena in a handstand position. Mahogany flexed her womanhood the requisite ten times as Athena was forced to taste agony and degradation simultaneously then on the tenth gyration the lights went out and so did Athena.

Round 4
Dangerous

Forty-five minutes passed and in that time Mahogany gathered herself physically and mentally. When the lights came up Mahogany’s eyes opened wide and she tore into her next opponent like a Dahomey warrior in their last battle with France. The woman she faced was a smooth dark chocolate skinned beauty from The Cameroon’s named Celeste Jean-Benet Duala. Why Mahogany reacted this way when she saw Celeste? Well it is best explained like this:

When I was a young man I was to meet a friend at his house in Northeast Houston Texas. Arriving at the appointed time to my chagrin he was not home but his wife had just arrived. Out of respect for him and her I remained outside and awaited his late arrival.

In the course of time his wife visited her next-door neighbor who warned her that there was a strange man lurking outside her dwelling and that she had better alert the police before her daughters came home from school. My friend’s wife came out to reassure her neighbor that I was harmless in fact she beckon to me as I sat in my car to come and meet her so I walked quickly up the weather cracked drive and put on my friendliest “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood” smile and engaged somewhat idle chit chat. The conversation drifted into subjects no straight man would be interested in and so I drifted towards my friend’s house to let the ladies have a girl talk. I grew tired of loitering in front of my friend’s home so I headed back to my car when suddenly I heard a scream. I turned and saw my friend’s wife and her neighbor scurrying east and west towards their perspective front doors. When my friend’s wife reached her door her daughter’s had arrived she hurried them into the house with great motherly force and before she slammed the door she hollered back to me, “SNAKE!”
I chuckled picked up the shovel and walked casually towards her neighbor’s driveway as I approached I saw what appeared to be a baby snake or a large worm and I laughed all the more as I drew closer intending to scoop and toss the creature away when suddenly I raised the shovel and began to bash the little serpent like a mad man until it was both mashed and in pieces………upon closer examination I found that it was a Rattle Snake.

Ms. Duala was an undefeated Bakweri wrestler and was rumored to have killed several women in the underground Asian Kumete. What seemed like an over reaction to an outsider was just plain common sense as in my case with the snake Mahogany knew she was facing a killer. Not that she did not trust our ability to protect our fighters because there was always someone close by to stop it but she knew she could be seriously injured by this West African Warrior Princess if she did not take it to her first hard fast and continuously. So Mahogany went gunning for Celeste’s extraordinarily attractive visage; luckily Celeste had superhuman defensive abilities and she avoided all but glancing blows illegally thrown at her head by the little African American vixen. Celeste skillfully made her way into a traditional upper body bear hug on Mahogany banging her generous mammary against Mahogany’s and resting her chin on Mahogany’s shoulders. Mahogany’s counter response was a double hook tricep-lock. Both beauties established their prospective stances by spreading their grand well-formed legs a little more than shoulder-length apart and thrusting their mighty and flawlessly spherical glutei outward. Like two beautiful and formidable beast they pushed and twisted each other’s sexy bodies in all directions; sometimes high trying to squeeze a out an airless submission, midway seeking a hard take down and at times so low to the deck that their battle hardened nipples scrapped the floor and only their massive rotating rumps were elevated as the rest of their voluptuous frames strained, shook and striated in the sexually exhilarating trial of vigor. Occasionally their lovely heads taps each other like bowling balls in a busy lane with both women ignoring the sharp pain as the struggle to inflict more substantial agony on one another and gain dominance in the conflict.

A part of Celeste strategy was to constantly speak to her opponent especially since their heads were side-by-side; Celeste chose to speak French to Mahogany as if she understood but I guess it was the tone and inflection;
vous n'êtes rien à moi putain, je vous casserai bientôt et vous prierez pour la pitié mais vous n'en trouverez aucun. Je casserai votre corps et me laisserai seulement votre langue fonctionnel au plaisir.

Essentially she indicated that she would have no mercy on Mahogany and that she would put her in traction and before it was all over Mahogany would be forced into oral service. Though she had no training in the language of France Mahogany got the point evidenced by her response; “yeah whatever B!%@#! After I crack your over muscular @$$! in two I’m gonna’ give you a full course Mahogany meal, F()@%!^^’ booty scratchin’ H@#!” The sound of primordial grunts and groans amid the glorious spectacle of entwined russet flexing limbs and delicious gyratory hindquarters thrusting back and forth, round and round which took up the preponderance of the match.

I had no complaints and neither did my fellow experts who marveled at Mahogany’s ability to adapt to any opponent’s stratagem. No doubt they were considering her for their elite fighting team after what they had seen of her.

Finally a break in the sensuous battle-rumba testing their strength and will; this came when the crafty Celeste guided Mahogany through a patch of their mingled perspiration causing Mahogany’s feet to slip. At the split second of her stance being shaken Celeste twisted, threw and mounted mahogany into a cross-body pin, driving her weight; butt airborne, chest to chest, hooking her head and gripping her vulva and giggling to secure the pin and at the same time unnerve her quarry.

Mahogany instinctively knew that with this combination pin her foe wanted her to panic she did not but she intelligently and methodically sought to free herself from discomfort and disadvantage. Mahogany drove her thumbnail into the fleshy part of the African grappler’s hands and the rest of her grip was dedicated to bone on the other side of Celeste’s dark smooth hand.

Once the African couchie grip was broken Mahogany felt safe to attempt an escape by bridging and a reversal. Profuse sweating in this conflict was to Mahogany’s advantage because her attempt at a twisting bridge was successful, placing her in a superior position as she mounted and locked in a Sankaku pin choke (a kind of a figure four head scissors; the victims upper arm and head are pressed in the crease of the thigh and calf and the other side of the head pressed into the glutei) Mahogany rolled Celeste to her side with relative ease, restricted Celeste’s right arm behind her in a bar lock while she tightened her lovely lower half causing the Bakweri Warrior to first gurgle ,then squeak then there was silence. Mahogany was a savy fighter-girl she knew that the African could just be playing possum and she also new she could not endure another struggle so she waxed ruthless and wrenched Celeste’s arm from the causing her to straighten her legs into a rump shaking quiver. Grabbing her own extended ankle Mahogany synched in the Sankaku until it looked like they were some sort of bizarre Siamese Twins.

Not yet convinced Celeste was completely incapacitated, mahogany gently touches her belly looking for an epigastic reaction to her most perfect hold. Finally all the signs were in place; a distended stomach, no sound from Celeste’s mouth, one knee up and the thighs a-gap while her labium seemed to make guppy out of the water motions; then Mahogany released her unconscious foe. Like a pit in the heat of battle Mahogany secured her victory by over-kill, she first dislocated Celeste’s other arm, then she dragged her to the corner sat her in a lotus position placed one foot in the middle of Celeste’s folded legs completing a low forward stance. Then twisting her head, neck and upper back to the right while placing her knee in Celeste’s solar plexus completing a low Okinawa front stance until she heard the Cameroonian lovely’s back snap.

Celeste was a hot broken heap of sweat-glazed flesh by now and there was only one thing left. Mahogany spun the Nubian beauty around on her back did an about face and then dropped into a libidinous facial matchbox pin employing her internal strength for the head dribbling ten count.

Many things were said in the control booth but I could only smile shake my head and exhale the name…. Favorite

Round 5
Fighting The Other

Funny thing about with goal driven individuals no matter what obstacles are set before them they always have that goal set in the forefront of minds and this was in Mahogany’s even when she was loosing:
It was on sale at Neiman Marcus; yep a La Fiorentina Fox Fur

Anyway for Mahogany exhaustion had given way to adrenaline and she was literally jumping in anticipation of the next contestant so we just flashed the lights and sent in Svetochka.

Svetochka Jovanovich was a Ukrainian immigrant who worked in human resources as an interviewer; she spoke 4 languages and so was very useful in her position. Unknown to her co-workers Svetochka came from a family of fighting women; Svetochka, her mother and her grandmother were all members of the famed Black Sea Amazons. Trechelle found out one evening, when Svetochka was jumped by a Mexican girl that she worked with. It seems there was some conversation about Spanish grammar and Svetochka corrected the young lady; other co-workers brought out a Spanish dictionary and Svetochka was right and the other girl took exception to this.

Trechelle was working late and parked in the back lot when she walks out into what she thought was a deserted parking lot but she recognized the unmistakable sounds of strong-willed females working out their differences. Trechelle looked closely to see if either of them had weapons; they did not.
Then she looked around to see if there was any other audience besides her- self and there was not so she took a seat on the hood of her Alpina, pulled an energy bar and an Ozarka enjoyed the show. The battle seemed evenly matched at first, they were in a ball of confusion banging back and forth between two cars cursing each other in their native tongues; their limbs were entangled, both with one hand full of hair and their alternate hands busy trying to find a weakness; only Svetochka did.
Svetochka possessed a rare talent among fighters; I call it simultaneous multiple devastations; with her one free hand she applied a triple threat hold:” The BLC Lock”. Shortly after all Trechelle hear was shrieking Spanish sounds of surrender:
Oh la madre de dios tien¡e misericordia! ¡Srta. Svetochka déjame por favor ir! ¡Me doy para arriba doy para arriba!

Svetochka did not release her hold but she was merciful in that she knocked her out utilizing blunt force trauma several times between the cars.
Trechelle did not make herself known right then but the next days called Svetochka into her office and offered her a chance to compete in Makeba's girl games, when she learned of the money she gladly accepted.

Now Mahogany was to have a tie up with this deadly Ukrainian doll and she knew nothing of her conversely neither did the Ukrainian vixen know anything of Mahogany except that four women of various sizes and skill levels had been carried out on stretchers before her?

When the lights came up Mahogany saw a unique beauty before her; Svetochka was 5’6 slender but not skinny body; her body was between that of a gymnast and swimsuit model, taught yet not over muscular. A rounded slightly tanned freckled face with pronounced cheekbones; large piercing deep blue eyes whose shape was curiously Asian-like. Her mouth was small but her lips were pouty even when relaxed and her hair was a reddish brown and cut in a short bob that covered her eye but did not touch her shoulder and stayed out of her eyes.

The women raised their hands in fighting position immediately and began circling each other looking for an opening. Neither finding any weak point in the other’s defense the rushed towards each other and began peppering one another with body shots that made the sound of hyperactive twins on dull drums. Equally interesting were their voice responses to each other’s riddling blows; short moaning grunts that I found very sexy. It was not long though before the locked in a locked in a chocolate and strawberry swirl of pain; their legs entwined firmly and their hands and elbows doing injurious busy work on each other’s torsos. They fell to the deck and scrambled for superior position; by this time they knew how dangerous the other was and they were both in a hurry to gain advantage then finish the other off.

Advantage went to Mahogany who was quick compact and powerful not to mention blessed will natural body oils that made her hard for the Black Sea Amazon to hold onto. Exploiting her gain Mahogany attached a tight and aggressive figure four on Svetochka’s lengthy and sinewy upper thigh; Mahogany used the ball of her foot to press forward driving her knee into Svetochka’s gut. Mahogany still had two free hands and with her left she grabbed a fist full of Svetochka’s hair until she turned the redhead’s long smooth neck into an awkward position. Svetochka’s response was limited but determined, with her long leg draped over Mahogany’s shoulder she slowly and methodically hammered her opponents lower back with her heel, she punched the side of Mahogany’s face and she clawed Mahogany’s upper back peeling her beautiful brown skin the way one would a navel orange.
Svetochka could feel her leg and butt cheek going numb so she did the only thing left to do, she began to whisper; “It’s over, it’s over you little black b!%@# ! When Svetochka is done you will become Svetochka’s little crippled dark slave”. Mahogany’s only response was to growl, tighten and pull which caused Svetochka to seek better leverage with a half bridge attempt. Suddenly Svetochka began to let out an uncharacteristic squeal and tried to employ her free foot to emancipate herself but it was too late because the flexing of Mahogany’s forearm and triceps made evident that the Kama Sutra Claw was applied. Now Svetochka’s whispering turned to pleading whimpers; “Please no more, no more no more”. Svetochka said these things as her punches and clawing turned to gentile strokes communicating that she was no longer a threat. However there was no
Quarter given for the Ukrainian, Mahogany held to the claw only positioned herself in a reverse straddle knees flat and glutei projected towards Svetochka’s exquisite visage and then she spoke; “You know what to do to make the pain go away, you foreign Ofe’ C@( )^%!” It was the first time we had seen someone forced to give their own ten counts; after Mahogany left Svetochka writhing in humiliation then the lights went down again.

Round 6
The Alligator Mouth and the Canary Behind

Fully aware that she was coming down home stretch so to speak Mahogany stayed on task she expected the last two rounds would be the most bizarre and challenging and she was right. Ten minutes had passed in the darkness but not without incident. Feet shuffling, a hint of ladies perfumed soap and feminine whispering inside the cage put Mahogany on alert; she to a low squatting stance such that she could spring and pounce if need be; her fists were raised high and her elbows tucked in for protection against a sudden and vigorous onslaught. To buffer her psyche and calm her nerves from the panic of the unknown she thought of this:

When the lights came up she saw three women; none dress for battle. Two were tall beautiful women with long dreaded locks both with sponges and glass containers of oil in their hands. The only one she recognized was Trechelle who spoke immediately and without interruption; “This is a specialty round, a Jamaican “Come Kiss” and here are the rules:
The combatants must squat down facing each other your butts lower than your knees, which must touch; your fingers must be interlocked and your wrists will be tied together so that you cannot break the finger-locks. Foreheads must be pressed together at the start and after the match begins can be used as offensive weapons after an “approved take down”. Forward movement created by “superior glutei rotation” can only achieve approved takedowns; mutual modifications are acceptable; once a take down is accomplished then anything goes until a knockout occurs. Ten counts must be to the tune of the winners Reggae song of choice; and we have an in-house DJ so just call it out. If you are wondering why these two ladies are present, they are here because you must be covered in Baby Oil from the top of your heads to the top of your toes. All this was very interesting to Mahogany but she could not help but this to herself; “Yeah, yeah but where is the B!%@#! I’m supposed to fight?”

“I can tell by that look on yo’ face that you are tired of waiting, just a lil' while longer” said Trechelle in her unique southwestern accent with a Trinidadian twist. “First these ladies have to cover you with the oil then you meet your opponent.” Mahogany raised her hands signaling that she was ready then the ladies approached and began to varnish her curvaceous frame until she shimmered like a hand carved African sculpture. Once they were done they left immediately but before Trechelle left she turned back having taken a sponge from one of the attendants and said; “I think they missed a spot” when she got close she whispered in Mahogany’s ear; “Please, please please! Whoop this B!%@#!’s @$$! And shut her up, you’ll see what I mean in a minute”

Then her opponent entered; it was none other than Miss Murlene Rochelle Phillips a self proclaimed American Dancehall Queen born to Jamaican immigrant parents in Brooklyn New York.

Merlene invented the “Cum Kiss” Match during her travels between the Reggae Clubs of Kingston Miami New York and now Houston’s “Club Riddims”. Often challenged when she won contests in clubs across the nation and in the islands loving battle Murlene would make a game out of her many skirmishes. When she was a little girl in Ridgewood Brooklyn she would be teased about her strong Jamaican accent and she would respond by fighting and while she fought she found the activity exhilarating especially since she always won.
Merlene entered the fighting area glistening with Baby Oil and talking much noise; squatting low legs bowed outward and her mighty flexing glutei almost touching the floor she shouted: “CUM’ NA LIKAL’ BYATCH AN KISS UP ME BLUD KLOT!”as she chopped the inside of her thighs guiding Mahogany’s eyes toward her crotch. Merlene was only an inch and a half taller than Mahogany but because of her trim built she appeared taller. Merlene had the body of a sprinter kind of like Merlene Ottey who she was named for.

With those killer abs and long sinewy thighs; most women would be intimidated at the sight of her but little Mahogany only thought to herself “’I’m gonna’ break this loud mouth muscle bound “ackee and Salt fish eatin’ H@#! and make her ‘my’ B!%@#!

“Ok now y’all gals know the rules,” admonished Trechelle as she beckoned the combatants together. They approached each other squatted touching there knees together, rested their foreheads against each others and then allowed Trechelle to bind their wrists. “Y’all freeze until you hear the music start and may the best woman win.” Watching their glistening well defined and flexing feminine pulchritude was mesmerizing I thought but when the “Body A Shake” by Shaggy. Immediately their gluteus started to wind, contract and joggle just opposed to the other As if two-turbo engines powered them. So detailed were the striations in their backs and legs that they seems to be sensuous rivulets heading either to triumph or defeat. Their cascading abdominal musculature rippled rhythmically with every breath Wisely Mahogany turned her finger-lock inward gaining an advantage and pressed her head forward toward the bridge of Merlene’s nose; Merlene averted this discomfort by sliding her head to the side causing their upper chests to clash. Simultaneously Merlene intensified her but rotations at least by 50 percent. Marlene began to gnaw at Mahogany but slipped from a good bite because of the Baby Oil and perspiration however Mahogany had a better position and a better target; Merlene’s trapezium. Sinking her slightly gapped teeth into the muscular skin of her opponent brought Mahogany an energizing pleasure and confidence, which fueled the vigor off her immensely orbital hinder force. Though the biting was devastating it was not the thing that force Merlene backward it was the inexorable press of Mahogany’s prodigious thighs and gyratory glutei for truly Mahogany’s assets were greater than Merlenes’.

At first Merlene screamed curses then she cried out to deity for mercy then as she lost her footing and landed on her backside she just cried out. Cutting her no slack Mahogany locked her legs about Merlene’s in a vulva-stretching grapevine that reminded the poor Jamaican gal of a hard childbirth. Pinning her arms outward then Mahogany began to hammer Merlene severely with her forehead. Merlene tried to bridge out and turned her mask away from the little girl’s devastating onslaught. Mahogany aided Merlene in her turn, nestled her succulent posterior in the small of Merlene’s remarkable V-shaped back then methodically crossed Merlene’s arms bellow her chin from behind, planted her feet then leaned back and arched Merlene’s back like a braves bow causing Merlene’s bosom to protrude like guided missiles and her well muscled back to creek like an old ship.

Marlene wined and hissed like a cornered alley cat begging God and man to release her from the agony, but in the end she could only plead to one and that was the “likal gal riddin ‘pon her backside ‘ose Blud Klot she mus’ now cum Kiss!” Mahogany cut her no slack clawing Merlene’s ripped cascading belly as she forced the Jamaican beauty to wax “French” in her vociferous and slapdash capitulation.

Round 7
Marpessa Dawn

Time passed and there was an erie silence but then it was broken by the song “The Girl From Impanema” and the most beautiful girl Mahogany would ever admit to seeing in her intire life; doing a smooth and seductive Samba that appeared to be performed in slow motion displaying every graceful line of her perfectly curvaceous body. Marpessa Dawn D’Souza was named after the beautiful Brazilian actress who stared in the film Orpheo Negro.

Though their looks were different they were both equally breathtaking. Marpessa’s hair was long, Thick, wavy, bright red with blonde streaks giving the appearance of carefully styled cotton candy. Her skin was the color of a sunset in Salvador Brazil:

Marpessa’s large almond shaped, tea colored eyes were almost hypnotic as she flirtatiously batted her long lashes while continuing her seductive dance. Her smile was dynamic and bright yet haunting like that of a hungry predator.
Long neck, soft yet well formed shoulders, perfect mango-like mammary staked atop cascading frontal musculature that poured into a petite vulva incased flanked by subtle succulent thighs.

Mahogany knew nothing of her fighting skills and gleaned little from her physique which was like that of a little ballerina. Marpessa was known in her fighting circles as the Brazilian Beast; skilled in three striking styles and four grappling styles also an undefeated record in street fighting leading back to elementary school. Marpessa had the agility of a gymnast, the strength of a bodybuilder and pain-threshold that was off the charts. All this is not what made her famous in the fighting arena; it was the only type of fights she would agree to; sex matches. Marpessa was notoriously “Tri-Sexual” (if it was sexual she would try it,); funny thing is she could only be aroused if there was a fight beforehand. Hence loosing to Marpessa was loosing more that a hard fought battle. Marpessa fought women, men and even transsexuals and never lost; she always “owned” them in every way in the end.

As she danced she spoke and giggled in Portuguese; “Ah, hoje à noite eu devorarei muito chocolate
Meanwhile Mahogany was thinking d@^^! It’s a shame I got to f@#$%! Up such a beautiful creature.
Raising her fists, enclosing her elbows, chin down, one leg forward, weight on her back leg causing her thick thighs to quiver with readiness, tits perky and hardened, stomach ripped, game face on Mahogany’s obvious fighting stance signaled to the sun-colored Brazilian body-banger that playtime was over.
Marpessa stopped in the middle of a body rolling movement shrugged raised her hands and began another dance; a cross between what Bruce Lee used to do and a Samba. They circle one another for a few seconds then concurrently commenced tenderizing each other’s firm bodies with rapid intensity. Punches, kicks, and knee strikes where delivered and received with a pugilistic call and response herd in gyms and dojos around the world. Literally fighting until they were on their knees in an embrace of perspiring fatigue though they were too tired to deliver effective blows the aggression continued. Initiated by Marpessa a series of clawing attacks and counters ensued accompanied by much multilingual cursing:
“oh you f()@%ing B!%@#!”
“Meretriz! Primeiramente eu racharei seu cuunt então que eu o lamberei!”
Once they caught their collective breath they continued significant battle through grappling; Marpessa gaining early advantage with a tight headache inducing front face lock and Mahogany responding with a rib crushing scissor hold featuring her delicious thighs. The mutual pain inflicted caused both to seek relief without surrender; Mahogany was positioned in Marpessa’s lap squeezing with her thighs and contorting her arms to pull her long hair and gripping the lovely Maroon’s chin looking for a nerve. Meanwhile Marpessa lifted her upper body to increase pressure on the corroded artery and synched in her headlock on Mahogany turning her knuckles inward to Mahogany’s lovely face seeking to maximize misery. Propriety abandoned they forsook all poise and went after victory tooth and nail.
Marpessa with lighting speed successfully modified her hold; she changed arms for the front face lock then applied the excruciating coccyx-lock with her free hand. Mahogany howled as her mighty thighs became like overcooked spaghetti: “Oh goooooddddd!!!!
We all expected a verbal submission at that point; all except one of us:
“Well that’s it”; I remarked
“Yep stick a fork in her she’s done” offered Makeba
Wait a minute she ain’t said nothin’, it ain’t over til it’s over!” demanded Trechelle with that unique southern drawl and Trinidadian accent of hers. Trechelle did not look at us when she spoke; she only watched the screen intently. Being “The Mistress of Counter Holds” Trechelle knew something about that painful grip that even Mekeba and I did not know. If the victim endured the pain for a few minutes her lower half would go numb but not useless and if she had the focus and determination she could launch a counter attack.
Mahogany did not disappoint; she kept wailing and Marpessa kept cruelly adding pressure not knowing the “Brown Bombshell’s Bombastic Booty” had long gone numb. Mahogany then turned the tables with a “Kama Sutra Claw” soliciting a “high C” out of Marpessa; her large eyes widening and springing with tears.
Marpassa immediately released her useless hold reached for her own hair looked upward and pleaded with some unknown deities: “Oh por favor! Começ esta cadela preta pequena fora fora de meu bichano!”
Mahogany wisely kept the struggle on the floor seeing she did not have feeling in her legs back fully; she stretched out her left leg and thigh planting the blade of her left foot in Marpessa’s throat, hooked Marpessa’s right leg at the knee with her right leg and sunk her teeth into Marpessa’s left while she continued wrenching the Brazilian’s passion apparatus with both hands. Marpessa had brought out the complete animal in Mahogany who growled and grunted as she worked her magic spell of pain on Marpessa.
When she was sure Marpessa was almost passed and got feeling back in her own lower half out Mahogany released this hold, grabbed Marpessa by her bushy mane raised her up then started a series of suflex maneuvers on her slapping Marpessa’s moist body to the deck “seven ways till Sunday”.

Mahogany did this until she was too tired to lift Marpessa in any way so she stood over her panting seeking to catch her breath as Marpessa did the same horizontally. Still close to the fallen Braziliana paced astride Marpessa waiting to catch her second wide so that she could deliver the ‘coupe de gras’. Meanwhile Marpessa was coming back so Mahogany rushed to cover her with a combo-body press and headlock but Marpessa rolled into a ball and swiveled then began to push kick. Mahogany’s respond was an attempted step over toehold but fatigue and Marpessa struggling prevented this. They grappled with Mahogany on top but off balance and Marpessa seeking a Mexican Lip Lock to gain a quick and easy win. Capturing Mahogany’s powerful thighs was not going to happen so they grappled even more with moist chocolate and butterscotch limbs intertwined twisting and contracting for superior position.

As the struggle between these beauties became more intense we all realized what we were sure they knew before us; that they were evenly matched in almost every way and that only luck, destiny or divine providence would determine the outcome.

When evenly matched sometimes two combatants engage each other and a strange mutual admiration develops between them. At other times competing can be so intense that a mutual hatred ensues; this was the case with Mahogany and Marpessa. The fight degraded into an extreme cat fighting event that would make these women, bitter enemies for the rest of their lives.

Punching, elbowing, chopping, kicking, kneeing, butting, stomping, slamming, throwing flipping, tripping, clawing, scratching, and gouging in this gumbo of pugilistic feminine rage they adhered to and violated every rule we set but we dare not stop them because of the Sheik’s insatiable appetite for female suffering.

Typically when grappling was finished because of sheer muscle mass coupled with skill Mahogany would end up on top however this last time Marpessa proved superior in this matter. Marpessa quickly pressed the brown diva into a Matchbox Pin V-Straddle combo and because of the savage exchange between them throughout the match their outfits had long since been lost nothing but their expensive heels were left. Marpessa knew this was only temporary and as soon as Mahogany caught her second wind she would employ her sexy and mighty during this fierce battle Marpessa had only spoke to Mahogany in Portuguese but now she spoke in English, she wanted something. “You fight well ‘My Pet’ but I can’t trifle with you any longer, I must go shopping”; this comment caused Mahogany to smile revealing her perfectly straight blood stained

When evenly matched sometimes two combatants engage each other and a strange mutual admiration develops between them. At other times a compition can be so intense that a mutual hatred ensues; this was the case with Mahogany and Marpessa. The fight degraded into an extreme cat fighting event that would make these women, bitter enemies for the rest of their lives.

Finally the silent agreement was made, they settled into an Underside Perimeter V-lock secured by four hands full of mammary and tress. The inner struggle began evidenced by swirled milk chocolate and butter scotch gams, epigastria convulsing, muscle striating, gluteus flexing and subordinate labium reverberation that sounded like the Jolly Green Giant feasting on twin lollies. Oh and not to mention the cavernous growling and grunting like two female pit-bulls locked in mortal combat. The libidinous grappling continued for more than ten minutes. Never resting in a comfortable place for long they assumed many positions mostly to one or the other’s advantage but still no winner. Finally they rested so to speak upside down and on the back of their necks; their moaning subsided. We could not tell if there was a victor so we left the safety of the booth and went in to the cage to examine them. Whoever was conscious or closest to it was the winner. Trechelle was to be the ref in this situation; she lay flat on her belly centered adjacent from them and said; “Ladys can you here me ?” Marpessa mumble some gibberish and Mahogany moaned. “The both look gone to me” offered Trechelle. Just then Mahogany mumbled is that B!%@#! Asleep yet?” We all chuckled
“Well Mahogany did it, pull them apart” commanded Makeba.
“Hold up we’re stuck” said Mahogany
“What!?” we said in chorus
“I got to do this or we will both go to the emergency room”, Mahogany informed us.
“What the Hell did you do to her” asked Trechelle; mirroring all our thoughts I’m sure.
“I knew she wanted to do the nasty lock but she did not know who she was f()@%!n’ with; I've been visiting Mexico for the past year or so practicing with the Cantina Girls. So I turned this Maroon H@#! Into my personal Tequila bottle. While Mahogany was educating us about her unusual talent she was unlocking her deadly “sugar walls” and releasing poor Marpessa who’s supple body dropped to the deck convulsing in a moist and bruised golden heap of feminine pulchritude. Mahogany took her place in seated victory in a reverse Match Box Pin counting out the last ten immodest rotations.
That settled it Mahogany was pound for pound the purest young fighter Makeba had and was truly the Favorite.

A MONTH LATER

Seldom does one traverse Interstate 45 South to Clear Lake and let magnificently lighted Kemah Boardwalk go. However none of this was noticed by Mahogany Hargrove’s near kinsman, his mind was elsewhere. He only thought of her unexpected 11:35 pm phone call urging him to come quickly, that it was an emergency. A thousand possibilities ran through his head but one prevailing thought was that she had been besieged by the family of Celeste Jean-Benet Duala who she sent to the emergency room and whose eldest sister swore to avenge.

Not knowing if they found the location to Mahogany’s house made him worry all the more. Normally he would let Mahogany handle her own business but in this case he was not sure Celeste’s whole family of six angry wrestling sisters would not show up and even if it was just “Big Sister” as she was affectionately referred to, Mahogany would be in grave danger.

Patrice Yvette Duala was the large economy sized version of her youngest sister; same build (a beautiful childlike face, a tree shaped back , broad shoulders, substantial biceps and triceps, well-formed and powerfully built legs, massive diamond shaped calves, and last but not least flawlessly spherical glutei), same wrestling stats (undefeated Bakweri wrestler and was rumored to have killed several women in the underground Asian Kumete.), and only she was six foot and 300lbs of mostly muscle. The fear he had was more about Mahogany, if he did not get there in time she would try to fight whoever came no matter what their size or number.

So he broke the law hoping no Texas State Trooper would detect his classic 72 OLDSMOBILE 442 CONVERTIBLE 455v8

Being Mahogany’s only male relative in fifty miles Mahogany’s parents insisted when she moved to the Houston area that she give him a key and the access mechanism to her security gate so his entrance was swift and smooth . He ran into the private elevator leading directly to her third floor seaside loft. When the door opened he called to her with some panic in his voice;
“Favorite!”
“I’m in the den Boo” she answered
He was relieved and a bit pissed because he detected from the lack of stress in her voice that her call was anything but an emergency. Upon entering the den he first noted the room was lighted only by scented candles and the fireplace. In front of the fireplace was a snow white bear skinned rug but what was curious there was a dark fur coat lying on top of it. Suddenly there was music”Nasty Girl” by and a roundness in the coat which began to rise and mimic the rhythm of the drum beats. The rhythmic motion of the roundness was as unmistakable as the song it was Mahogany’s matchless moving mound of magnificence:

“That's right, pleased to meet u
I still [don't wanna/won't] tell u my name
Don't u believe in mystery?
Don't u wanna play my game?
I'm lookin' for a man to love me
Like I never been loved before
I'm lookin' for a man that'll do it anywhere
Even on [the/a] limousinse floor

Cuz
Tonight, I'm living in a fantasy.
My own little nasty world
Tonight, don't u wanna come with me?
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?
Tonight, living in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, don't u wanna come with me?
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?

Mohogany began to talk over the music: well Cuz get on if you’re not afraid to ride?”
He did not want to smile but the sight of Mahogany’s dancing glutei overwhelmed him so with the skill of a magician’s assistant he disrobed raised the tail of the fur and took the challenge. He plunged in, locked on and gave it his best as the song continued ….

I guess I'm just used to sailors
I think they got water on the brain
I think they got more water upstairs
Than they got sugar on [the/a] candy cane
That's right, it's been a long time
Since I had a man [who/that] did it real good
If u ain't scared, take it out
I'll do it like a real live Nasty Girl should

Tonight, I'm living in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, don't u wanna come with me?
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?
Tonight, I'm living in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, don't u wanna come with me?
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?

Please, Please
Please, Please

Nasty Girl (Nasty Girl)
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?
Nasty Girl (Nasty Girl)
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?
Nasty Girl (Nasty Girl)
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?
Nasty Girl (Nasty Girl)
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?

(Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl)
(Nasty Girl)

Nasty Girl (Nasty Girl)
Do u think I'm a Nasty Girl?
[..]

I don't like this groove
Try and give me something I can croon to
Catch my drift?
He lasted as long as he could but with the same speed power and technique she used to vanquished he foes she caused her near kinsman to convulse, quiver and cry out in humbling ecstacy; “YOU’RE THE QUEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!”

That'll work”

Who is her near kinsman?
A gentleman never tells ;-)

Deacon