Indecent Catprosal
By SuperCat.
Roger Conrad inserted his key into the “P” slot in the elevator and the hydraulics silently sped him up 60 floors in a matter of seconds. The doors opened up into the entryway of one of the most elegant suites in all of Las Vegas. As he let himself into his suite and walked out to the spacious living area, he smiled the smile of a winner. Sin City spread out before him like a neon playground as the sun sank behind the western edge of town. He was back in his town and ready to go out and once again make it his personal playground. He made himself a scotch on the rocks as he waited for the porter to bring up his bags and took off his jacket. Laying it over a lounge chair he sat down and observed the strip, swirling his drink idly. Forty Two, four hundred fifty million built from scratch by being smart with internet investments, one ex wife in the can. He was a free man at the top of his game, a paragon of the American Dream. He would come to this desert oasis of vice several times a year to get away from it all, gamble, and indulge in whatever he felt the need. But on the way out here, he had wondered if he had been there, done that, with the sex and the drugs. Was it getting a bit…passé for him? Roger flinched at the thought and decided he wanted to bring a little…adventure, back into his visits. As he mulled this over in his private plane, an absolutely delicious idea had occurred to him, and he was anxious to try it out.
As soon as the porter brought up his bags and placed them in his elegant master bedroom he tipped the man a hundred dollars and called down to the attendant to the penthouse elevator. He told the man, who was used to a parade of ladies going up to Rogers suite and could always be trusted, like most good Las Vegas employees, to see, hear, and speak no evil, to expect two visitors to his room at about 11 P.M. and gave him a key word that would allow them passage.
The word was simple.
It was “cat”.
As the sun sank behind the western hills, Roger made two more calls: one each to his two favorite escort services, places that had consistently provided the highest quality call girls over his years in town and places that were used to, and would accommodate, ”unusual” requests without question.
“Hello, this is account 7000254. Please send over your finest brunette to my usual suite for the night. I also have a couple special requests regarding the lady, if you will…”
“Hello, this is account 42395. Please send over your finest blonde to my usual suite for the night. I also have a couple special requests regarding the lady, if you will…”
And he sat back, sipped his scotch, smiled like the cat who just caught the canary, and watched the lights play on the strip like a demonic Christmas tree.
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Luxana Romanova strode into the lobby. As always, the lights dazzled the 23 year old brunette beauty and she batted her bright blue eyes to adjust to her new surroundings. No matter how many times and how many men she saw in these places, the spectacle of it all never ceased to amaze her. Having been raised in a small village in the Ukraine, the world of glitz and opulence she now inhabited was something she had thought she could only dream of. Not that being a high priced Vegas call girl was what she had in mind when she had immigrated to the United States at 19. She had wanted to be a model, but as she has discovered in New York, her nature was too aggressive, both physically and sexually, to succeed in the world of fashion. That and she didn’t have the physique of a ten year old boy. She was all woman, and she wasn’t afraid of showing it. Once her modeling career had derailed, she found the siren call of Sin City too alluring to pass up and she left Manhattan for the West, where she had made quite a living for herself as a lady who catered to any need her man for the evening would dream of. She prided herself on this and considered herself the best her agency could send. Adjusting herself to the layout of this building, she made her way through the crowds and found the elevators to the penthouse suites. An odd password, so simple, but she preferred that to something overtly weird.
She had accommodated to her clients special requests this night. Not anything over the top for her. In a town where her clients had made her dress up like anime characters, put on animal costumes and all kinds of weird shit, wearing a white bra, micro skirt, and knee stockings under her ankle length coat was easy, and truthfully, she felt hot all decked out like this, she knew it showed off her leggy 5’10” frame to its best effect.
As always Luxana felt the thrilling tingle of anticipation as the elevator silently sped to the top of the building. She hoped this one was worth her while in bed and she hoped she could please him into keeping her for more than one night, the highest compliment a client could give a girl in this line of work. Even thought she was a call girl, Luxana was still a romantic at heart, and she liked it best when her clients put some effort into their shared evenings. Candles, a nice meal, a night out, these were the best clients. Deep down inside she wished one of these men would sweep her off her feet and into a better life, but she also knew in the end she was just a call girl, no matter how much she got paid, and if she wanted a better life, she was going to have to do it herself. But what the fuck, if a young immigrant girl can’t have an American Dream, who can?
The elevator dinged and opened to a short entryway with a closed door. Luxana rang and the door opened with a nearly inaudible *click* and swing inwards. She emerged into a small vestibule and then to a richly appointed hallway softly glowing with ambient lights. Tasteful art covered the walls and the floor was done in a plush royal blue carpet she all but sank into. Luxana emerged into a huge living room with a ceiling to floor glass view of the North Strip. It was well lit but not brightly. On the right hand side of the view glass doors opened up to a huge patio with what looked to her like an endless pool. There was a large kitchen area to the left of the entrance with doors behind, presumably leading to bedroom and more.
The man at the bar looked perfectly fine to Luxana, her first impression was “Oh my! I would make love to him for free I think!” He was about the same height she was in her heels, maybe 6’2” with a full head of blonde hair and a smooth handsome face. He obviously worked out, but wasn’t obnoxiously muscled. He was wearing a blue bathrobe closed at the waist and evidently not much else, which was not an uncommon way to meet a client for the woman. He was pouring some sort of brown liquor into a rocks glass.
“Good evening, make yourself at home for a bit, I have further company coming. Can I get you a drink or anything?” His voice was smooth and slid into her ears. Luxana felt a tingle go straight down her spine.
“This guy needs a call girl?” she thought.
“No, not right now. Maybe later.” Only an inexperienced girl took a drink from a man she had just met and didn’t pour herself, even one as apparently wealthy as this. “I am Luxana. It is a pleasure to meet you this night.”
“Your accent is stunning. Where were you born?”
“I am from the Ukraine; I have been here in America for four years now.”
“You speak English very well Luxana. I wish I had the same aptitude to master foreign languages. I’ve been to Kiev though, a beautiful city! Been wanting to get to see the Black Sea as well. So, what do you think of America?”
“It has the good and the bad. Mostly, the good.” She smiled.
Roger was pleased. The brunette was tall and you could see she was fit even under her long jacket. Her hair was light brown and reached a few inches past her shoulders ending at her breasts, which Roger could tell were very nice. On top of her alluring accent, he was immediately taken by her light blue/grey eyes and her full mouth that pulled easily into a smile. Her pale skin was flawless like china. Ladies of this quality were why he dealt with the agencies he did. He began to feel really good about the possibilities for this night.
And then the buzzer rang.
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Monique St. Cloud rang the buzzer to the door at the entranceway.
“OK. Showtime.” She sighed and put on her working face.
“At least this one doesn’t sound too over the top weird. I don’t think I’m going to have to piss on anybody or call them “Daddy” tonight. Oh, the things you do for money.” She mused.
Even in a town like Vegas, 25 year old 5’11” stunners like Monique attracted attention. Her natural light blonde hair fell just past her shoulders in a gentle wave and her blue eyes shown like lighthouse beacons atop huge man made 42E breasts, a long firm torso, and a dancer’s well toned legs. Coupled with that, she had a quick wit and a flashing smile that men adored on top of those California Beach Goddess looks. The former Mary Ellen Caldwallader from Bakersfield had done well in her line of work. Advancing from dancing and oil wrestling in the clubs of LA to a stint doing porn in The Valley she honestly would just as soon forget, but used as a springboard to link up with a regarded agency in Vegas where she had made a name for herself as an A-List lady who truly satisfied her clients and was worth every penny.
“The American Dream, but on my back...or knees.” She thought, not for the first time.
She was wearing the same as the other invitee this evening but whereas the brunette was wearing the white, the blonde had been instructed to dress in black; her stockings, thong and bra setting off her tanned skin beautifully under her long mink coat.
The door opened silently and she strode down the hall. Place was nice as hell. This guy was loaded. Very nice, maybe she could get herself a sugar daddy and get paid enough to step away from this sordid existence. She knew at 25 her shelf life was limited, but she still dreamed of being able to make something of herself. “I’m just a whore right now, but dammit, somewhere out there is my rainbow with the pot of gold. I just know it.”
It was this that kept her going every day.
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Luxana raised an eyebrow when the stunning tall blonde entered the room.
“Well, this changes things for this night.” She thought.
If nothing else it meant she could bill this guy for girl on girl rates, a pretty penny for a couple hours work. She wasn’t as fond of the lesbian stuff as some, because well, she enjoyed girls, but she simply liked men more. But there were certainly worse ways to make a living than having sex with another beautiful woman.
She extended her hand and said “Luxana. It is pleasure to meet you.”
Monique could tell as soon as she entered the living room this night had just seriously deviated from normal. Even by a Vegas call girls definition of “normal.”
The first thing she noticed was the view of Vegas, even for somebody who had seen it a thousand times, this one was better than most and her eyes widened at the panorama. The second was the tall incredibly handsome blonde man standing in his robe beside the bar in the kitchen. She immediately felt herself get wet between her thighs and her eyes widened more. Sweeping them back across the room she saw a beautiful brown haired woman about her size but a little shorter wearing a black jacket standing in front of the living area.
The next thing she noticed was the large sunken area living room was empty of furniture except for a padded couch overlooking the window.
“Weird. Whatever. I could go for a little poonani tonight truthfully” she thought.
She took the brunettes proffered hand, but she didn’t quite get the name.
“Goofy accent, something Russian.” She thought. “Doesn’t really matter. If she’s worth a damn, I’ll remember at the end of the night anyway.”
“It’s so nice to meet you. You look beautiful! I’m Monique. At your pleasure.” And she looked both of them in the eye.
“This is more than I could imagine” Roger thought. As hot as the brunette was, the blonde was her equal, even bustier, and an inch taller to boot.
“If this even comes close to what I’m hoping for, this will maybe the best night of my life. Right up there with making 150 million in a single shot off that IPO dump in ‘99. Right up there with the night I divorced Janice. HA. She’d love this. Maybe I can get her to drop the alimony the same way I’m about to try to do this.”
But he knew what the agenda here was and he needed to take control before the girls got too…friendly.
“Ladies!” he said in his best boardroom tone.
Both of the ladies paused and turned to him.
He walked around the bar and motioned for them to follow him towards the living room. He beckoned them follow to the pit of the living room and stood in front of the glass windows. The neon lights and desert moon played out behind him like a kaleidoscope.
“I have brought the three of us here tonight.” He began. “Or perhaps fate has. Now it doesn’t quite matter right now what my name is. But as we all know that rarely matters in matters like this. Now, ladies, I have asked your respective agencies to send me what they considered their best blonde and brunette woman respectively. And I must say they have done a job even beyond my wildest expectations”
Luxana beamed at the compliment. Monique smiled cooly and nodded her head.
Roger turned and paced the other way stopping in the center of the room.
“Now, as I see it. We have ourselves three actions we can take with this night. The first action that can happen here is that one of you for whatever reason can leave and I will continue this night with the other as my sole escort. I will make sure you are paid for your time and there will be no hard feelings.
The second course of action is that the three of us can engage in what the French so artfully call the Menage a Trois. I can tell even by looking at the two of you right now you’re lovers who have the passion and stamina to have an incredible time together, and I assure you both you’ll find me quite capable of pleasuring two ladies. All extra fees for engaging in girl/girl and threesome activities will be properly compensated of course”
Roger then walked between the ladies and up the couple long stairs. By splitting the ladies, he got them towards the separate sides of the room, which was what he wanted, and when he got to the back of his chair, he turned and paused.
“Here it comes. Now it all goes to weird shit.” Monique thought.
“Now it gets to the point of the interesting!” Luxanna thought and cocked her head expectantly.
“My last proposal to you ladies is this. If I may demur for a moment though, and since this is on my dime, or my ten thousand dimes, as the case may be, allow me.
All my career and, I suppose, my life, I’ve been fascinated with the way females interact. The way they behave around one another, the way they can…compete, with another. From sports in high school, to the capture of a man in college, to the boardroom and amongst the females across my company, I’ve watched, fascinated, as intelligent, educated, beautiful women have played their games of dominance over one another. And I’ve noted when one of the female species proves herself the stronger, the sense of her womanly victory makes her shine in a way very few men can achieve. I feel privileged to watch this, and even more so that I can appreciate it for its beauty. When I asked your agencies to select you I not only asked for their most beautiful ladies, I asked them for athletic ones who showed a competitive streak. One blonde, dressed all in dark, the other a brunette, all in white, the contrast for the ages. And ladies, what I would like to propose to you is for the two of you, the best Vegas has to offer this night, to have a cat fight for my behalf right here and right now. To see who the best woman in Las Vegas is this night.”
He held up a hand to stop both of the ladies from speaking.
“Let me finish. Please. If you both wish to do this, the loser will be paid on her usual scale for her time.
But to the winner…
I offer the best woman tonight one hundred thousand dollars. Cash.”
Both ladies gasped audibly.
‘Not only that” Roger continued. “But if she wishes so, I will be in town for the next week, doing not much besides having some fun. I would like to hire the winner to be my full time companion, for dinner, gambling, and parties, as well as gifts and all the opulence I can provide. I will gladly pay you for your time, whatever it may be. So, my ladies, the beautiful brunette Luxana” he nodded to the brunette on his left “and my lovely blonde Monique” he gestured to his right “what is your response to this. Which of my dreams shall you fulfill.”
Monique was the first to respond.
“A hundred grand, you say? Ok man, I’ve known more bullshitters in this town than honest men, how do we know you’re not some broke ass chump playing us?”
Luxana nodded her agreement.
“A fair question. Ok, one moment.” And Roger walked over to a painting on the wall, swung it out, and deftly entered the combination for the safe behind. The door beeped and swung open and Roger retrieved a leather briefcase from the space within. Carrying it over to the kitchen counter he placed it on top and entered the combination into the dual locks.
When it popped open he turned, opened it, and showed them what was inside.
Stacked hundred dollar bills.
He pulled out a stack and tossed it to Monique, who examined it and tossed it to Luxana, who did the same. Seeing it was all hundreds in the stack, she tossed it back to Roger and he placed it in his case.
“Ladies. I assure you I am NOT full of shit. I want to see the two of you struggle to overcome the other in a battle of equals in feminine beauty and body. And I want to lavish attention on the winner like a victress deserves.”
“There are no rules to this?” Luxana inquired.
“I would, of course, not want to see either of you truly get hurt. It isn’t my intention to see anybody in the hospital, nor would I want to see either of you have to miss any work over this. But I will ask it to be at your own discretion. If you both agree to no holds barred it shall be so, if not, we can negotiate.”
“Wait. Are you seriously going to give me a hundred grand, cash, and be my sugar daddy for a week, just for beating up this Russkie chick?” Monique all but laughed.
“Yes. I would be honored to. If you win.” Roger responded.
“IF I win…” the blonde started.
“She will not.” Luxana quietly responded.
They both turned to her.
“I accept your proposal. I would very much love to put myself against this one for your prize. I do it both for the money, and to please you, my handsome client. I do not wish there to be any rules, but I would like to see her fight me with honor.”
“Please, like I’d need to cheat to beat your ass slut.” Monique sneered. If this was going to happen, and she decided it was, she was going to try to get a verbal psychological advantage on the innocent looking brunette woman. “I’m surprised you didn’t hide behind some bullshit to protect your pretty girlie face or stop me from tearing your pussy out.”
“You do not scare me, you are just ignorant slut.” Luxana fairly purred. “I will show you. I am not only the better fighter than you, but I will show you I am the best in bedroom as well.”
Luxana nodded to Roger. “I agree to your terms. One hundred thousand dollars to fight this…bitch. In fact, I would have this to be….how…”winner take all”! If I lose, she can have my payment for this night. The cash one is given at the end of the night, not the stipend to the agency paid up front. I will show her the difference between Ukraine and Russian woman, and I will win for you.”
“I don’t care if you’re from Boratstan you commie slut. You’re all the same to me.” Monique responded derisively. “Come here to take good money from hard working American girls.
Well, fuck you. I accept the challenge, and I’m gonna kick your ass. Truthfully, I’d fuck you up for free for this stud, bitch. Look at him; he needs somebody in his league. You aren’t that.”
“So it’s agreed ladies?” Roger said and closed his briefcase and placed it in the safe, then locked it, lest one of the girls try to pull something funny. “You two will fight on my terms?”
“Yes” Monique shot back.
“Oh yes baby!” Luxana fairly moaned.
“Then disrobe and begin.” Roger said, and sat down on the loveseat facing the combat area.
Luxana took off her jewelry, unbelted her coat and shrugged it off. Roger eyed her body like a wolf. She was truly magnificent, and the white accessories he had requested for her showed off her assets brilliantly. She began stretching, eying both her benefactor and her opponent.
Monique took off her earrings, necklace and bracelets and out them into one of her coat pockets. When she noted the way the brunette had disrobed she derisively snorted contempt and unbuttoned her fur coat slowly. She licked her lips as she eyed Roger, who was already obviously excited through his silk boxer shorts, which were the only clothing he was wearing under his robe. She slowly eased it off her shoulder and off her huge breasts, then she shook her hips as she peeled it off the rest of the way. She ran her hands up and down her magnificent curves, from her stocking covered lower legs to her huge man made breasts, all the time eye fucking the man. She made a point out of ignoring her opponent.
She began to rub her hands on her black bra and squeezed her hard nipples.
“Oh baby, this thing will just get in my way. Do you mind if I fight this Russkie slut topless for you?” she purred to Roger, trying to further excite him and also to embarrass the brunette for not taking the initiative in the womanly battle they were already waging.
Roger smiled and nodded. “Go for it. You have incredible breasts; they should never be covered if you ask me.”
Luxana silently cursed herself for not thinking of it first. Point one to the blonde in the psychological war. She removed her white lacy bra, also running her hands over the material and her breasts as sexily as she could, which was quite sexy indeed.
Roger stared at the goddesses on display for him. The blonde stood tall and arched her back, throwing her breasts in his direction. She put her hands on her hips and cocked them in his direction, still making a point of not even acknowledging the brunette. She was a magnificent specimen of the female form, and Roger was near hypnotized by her long strong beautiful legs and her amazing breasts, man made or not. He had to tear his eyes away to look over at the brunette, and he was rewarded by what maybe was an even more incredible form. Luxana’s legs, while not as overtly muscled as the ex-stripper, were both lean and toned and her knee length white stockings set them off even better than the similar black ones on the blonde. Her tummy was long and firm, but it was the all natural stately spires of her breasts that really blew Roger away. They were perfect, sticking up and away from her chest, firm, real, and completely round, once they were uncovered he found he could not stop simply appreciating them. He was soon openly just staring at the Ukranian beauty and she gave him a smile and batted her light blue eyes at him. The look lit up the room more than all the neon on the strip.
Point to the brunette.
Monique was pissed. Nobody stole her thunder, and especially not some fucking brunette. She was going to enjoy fucking this bitch up for that. She decided then she was going to end this night screwing this rich stud on top of her destroyed opponent. She had no doubt in her mind she was going to win. She had several fights over the years, par for the course when you’re a whore, and she had been a feared opponent when she was oil wrestling in LA because she would actually hurt the Barbie Dolls in the pool or ring with her. She wasn’t opposed to a knee to the crotch or a punch in the face to get the door money.
She had never lost. Not in a catfight, not in the oil, the mud, or the jello.
And this bitch wasn’t going to make her break a sweat. “No brown haired idiot has been even able to come close to me. This will be the easiest hundred grand anybody could make. I’ll make this guy explode in his pants as I torture her. He damn sure won’t want to look at her anymore! And Jesus, a hundred fucking grand! Mo, your ship just came in!” She thought.
She smiled confidently and turned to the only obstacle from her dream.
Luxana had no fear, and once she knew Roger was giving her his undivided attention, the last vestiges of nerves left her. She soaked up the power she felt from his obvious appreciation. It was hardly the first time she had had to fight another woman, the countryside where she had grown up produced girls as savage as they were beautiful. She had battled many of the other country girls in knock down drag out brawls as a teenager, and she hadn’t forgotten how to fight. In fact, her modeling career in New York had come to a crashing halt because she had taken a mean spirited anorexic bitch that had insulted her numerous times into a side room after a shoot and beaten the woman into a bloody mess. Unfortunately, the anorexic bitch in question was a favorite of the photographer and had friends in the fashion community.
She suspected that as her agency knew this she had been chosen for this for just that reason.
Not that she needed an excuse to beat up a blonde. Like most brunettes she had a primal urge to dislike the flaxen haired type and this one had a shitty attitude towards her that brought her blood to a boil. On top of that, the bitch was wearing a fur coat. Luxana was an animal lover and she abhorred the idea of fur, just another reason she felt justified in fighting her.
She knew she would win, but she knew this woman was tough and she was going to have the fight of her life. But it was worth it. A hundred thousand dollars could begin to buy her way out of this life and into something where she could feel good about herself. It would be her Dream come true.
The smile left her face and she turned to Monique.
Without having to be signaled, the two warriors advanced on one another and began a slow circle, hands out, eyes looking for an opening.
It was Luxana who made the first move, feinting at the blondes tits with her clawed right hand; she shot out her left in a sharp jab towards the solar plexus.
But the blonde had read her eyes and was ready, she ignored the fake and grabbed the brunettes arm, turning, she pulled the tall brunette in a classic hip roll and threw her across the room. Luxana skidded on her ass but wasn’t hurt; only slightly embarrassed, as she popped right back up.
Monique was smiling at her.
“HA! Stupid commie, if that’s your best effort, this is gonna be a REAL easy fight. Come on, try again Nadia Nogoodnik!”
Luxana advanced cautiously, not wanting a repeat of her embarrassment. She was also trying very hard not to let the blonde bitch get into her head with her insults and make her too reckless. She circled about and advanced; hands up.
Not wanting to engage in a test of strength yet, Monique slashed out with her nails aiming for the breasts, and Luxana ducked away and came back in with a punch to the face and a knee to the gut. The blonde took the shot to the face so she could wrap her hands around the brunette’s thigh and flip her over onto her back.
Luxana hit the plush carpet hard and she saw stars as the back of her head hit the rug, but she kicked out with her left leg and brought the blonde down with her as she connected to the knee. She avoided the blondes falling body and drove her hand into her belly as the blonde hit the carpet. Monique was stunned and then fire erupted in her head as Luxana grabbed her blonde hair in both hands and pounded her head the floor. But the carpet was a deep pile and the move wasn’t as effective as it might have been. Monique got her senses back fast and reached a hand into Luxana’s brown locks, returning the hair pulling favor, and both the women rolled on the carpet, pulling at hair with abandon and trying to find a soft spot to connect with a knee or a fist.
Monique connected with a good shot into the brown haired woman’s groin, and Luxana gasped in pain, but connected with a more telling right handed blow to the chin of the blonde, reaching down past the pain in her crotch, she lurched on top of the stunned woman, gaining the advantage.
The brunette tigress sent her fists into Monique’s tits and then she slashed her nails across her left areola, and the blonde made a squeal of anguish.
“This feel good, yes? Your fake tits, they are no good, I will rip them off, you slut!” she hissed and twisted with her left hand as hard as she could, sending her right hand to the side of the blondes head in a violent blow.
Monique writhed in pain under the assault, she tried to defend against the punches but her tits were on fire. She bucked wildly with her strong legs, but the brunette held tight.
Luxana stopped smashing the blonde in the head and wrapped her right hand around the woman’s throat, trying to choke her out as she continued with her breast assault; her sharp nails had cut into the flesh above Monique’s left nipple. She took advantage of the wild bucking of the blonde and used an opening to smash her hips down in the blonde’s pubic mound. Monique’s eyes went wide and she tried to scream but the brunette was throttling her throat, so only a weak hiss of air came out.
The blonde was in deep trouble and starting to fade fast, she realized this and she went into a panic, no science left at all as she kicked, scratched and bucked as wildly as she could.
Thankfully for her, one of her panicked slashes caught Luxana in her beautiful eyes and she had a moment to plan her next blow which was a *RIP*with her other hand up the front of the brunettes white thong, catching her clit through the material.
Luxana had to give up her dominant seat to get away from this new torment but she hopped right to her feet and kicked Monique HARD in the gut and then right in the tits. The air went out of the blonde again, all the worse because she still hadn’t recovered from the choke hold. Luxana pressed her advantage using her incredible legs, sending her white stocking clad foot into the blondes ribs several times and then to her soft gut and one swift kick right into her upper pubic region.
The blonde cried out in agony, but was shut up when Luxana connected with another kick directly to her face, rolling her over twice to come to a rest panting on her stomach.
“You fuckin slut bitch!” she gasped out.
But her air was driven out again when Luxana landed on her back with all her weight.
“You like my legs, yes?” she purred. “Now I show you my fists and beat you blonde bitch.”
She began to punch Monique on the back of her head and top of her spine. Paralyzing punches that made the blonde feel as if she would lose consciousness. Pressing her advantage, Luxana reached with one hand into the blondes hair and smashed her face into the carpet. Even though the plush was deep, she was rewarded with a satisfying *crunch* as she smashed the blondes head. Deciding to torment the woman further, she bounced up and down in her back, crushing her breasts to the floor. She punched down at the exposed tit flesh on the side.
Monique was barely holding on and fading fast, it was only her inner steel, her faith in her dream and her destiny, and her newfound hatred of her opponent that kept her from blacking out. She couldn’t lose to this bitch, she was better in every way and she knew it.
Luxana got up from her foe and grabbed the woman by her feet as she lie on her stomach. She looked the obviously aroused Roger in the eyes and said “Stay that way baby, I coming for your cock soon. This blonde bitch, she was nothing.” And she sent a kick into the woman’s pussy.
She was looking at the man and was getting ready to devastate the blonde for once and for all with a second pussy kick when Monique roared and with the last of her strength rolled over onto her back and slipped her left leg out of Luxanas grip. The surprised brunette became even more surprised as the blonde kicked her in the knee, staggering her and forcing her to let go of the other leg, which Monique placed in the brunette’s pubic area and used the leverage to thrust Luxana away across the room.
Failing back and shocked, Luxana panicked and fell over her feet, she pinwheeled to the floor, landing heavily on her left side. Her head bounced off the deep pile as the wind left her in a gasp.
Monique rose as fast as her battered body could allow her and took a mere moment to inspect and compose herself.
“You fucking Red bitch, you made me BLEED!” She screeched when she saw her damaged breast. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you brown haired Russkie cunt!” and she stalked across the room.
Luxana tried to clear the cobwebs as fast as possible, she had a pain where she had landed on her side and she was hoping nothing was broken. She shook her head and made it to one knee.
…and was met by the black stocking clad foot of the enraged blonde.
Monique threw the kick as hard as she could with her right leg, and the satisfaction she felt as it connected flush with the bitches head was enough to get her moist in her panties.
The brunette let out a pained yelp and went sprawling across the room, landing on her stomach where she moaned softly.
Monique ended those moans with a savage kick to the already pained left side ribs of the brunette, then a stomp into the kidney and another foot to the side of the woman’s head.
Monique felt the strength leave her opponent in a wave and saw her broken body spasm as she lay there on the floor. She picked up the woman’s right leg and sent another foot into her crotch. The brunette came back to life with a bloodcurdling shriek of agony and she tried to push herself up, but the blonde came crashing down onto her back, splattering her face into the carpet.
Monique threw her arm around the woman’s neck, choking her, and she turned to Roger and smiled.
“You like watching me fuck this slut up baby?”
Roger smiled imperceptivity and raised his eyebrow.
“I can tell that you do. Well, you just keep that cock hard for me. Cuz I’m your money honey.”
She turned to the gagging Luxana.
“And as for you slut…”
She reached around and raked her nails back and forth across the poor woman’s breasts. Then down the woman’s torso where she added to the brunette’s pain by pulling her thong up into her pussy as hard as she could, giving her a terrible frontal wedgie.
Luxana’s eyes were starting to roll back into her head as the choke hold nearly had her done. In a blind panic she threw herself into the blonde, giving herself a bit of air, and she was able to get her left hand inside the hold. Just barely able to get enough air to make it, she was still paralyzed by the pain in her body as the blonde was rubbing the fabric of her panties back and forth across her pussy. Normally, the silk felt orgasmic to her as she wore it, but this was agony beyond anything she could imagine. With the strength of ultimate desperation, she slid the side of her body onto the blondes’ foot. Reaching up with her right hand she grabbed the blonde in the groin and flipped the blonde call girl over top of her, tripping Monique with the side of her body.
Monique felt herself suddenly falling face first and grabbed onto the first thing she could to try to regain her footing, which was Luxana’s left arm. She held on to the appendage as she fell over the brunette and pulled with all her might. She felt it “jerk” in the socket as she hit the ground. She wasn’t so much stunned as just off balance and she quickly regained her composure and, still holding the woman’s arm, she drove her knee into the brunettes elbow and then to her shoulder.
Luxana let out a deep groan of pain and despair as her left arm was engulfed in pain. She gritted her teeth against the hurt and went to the place inside herself she used to escape the worst life had thrown at her before. Sweat had broken out all over her body from the agony, which was trebled as the evil blonde bitch twisted her arm again and whispered in her ear “I’m gonna rip this off and beat you to death with it you loser commie whore, you better give the fuck up and get the fuck out of here!” and she twisted the arm again as hard as she could.
Monique released the destroyed woman for just a moment, and the beaten Ukranian girl flopped to the carpet, holding her shoulder as she cried in pain. Grabbing Luxana by her hair, Monique led the brunette around until she was facing Roger, who was leaning forward in his chair, his face was a mask, but inside he was starting to worry for the safety of his ladies.
“Maybe “no holds barred” wasn’t the smartest idea.” He thought.
The blonde punched the woman in the back of her head until the brunette fell to the carpet, trying to cover her head with her arms. Then Monique pulled back on Luxana’s light brown hair as hard as she could, pulling her torso off the carpet. With catlike grace, she slowly placed herself on Luxana’s back and hooked the woman’s arms over her legs, placing her in a classic camel clutch hold.
Reaching under the pained woman’s chin, the blonde tortured her foe, raking her talonlike nails across her breasts with abandon with one hand, and twisting her right nipple like a radio dial with her other. Luxana could just silently sob, she barely had the energy to even stay conscious anymore and the humiliation she felt having to face her client this way made her want to just quit and disappear.
“Look this stud in the face and submit to me, skank!” Monique crowed. “The man asked for a victory and I KNOW he wants to hear it when you quit for him”
Luxana could barely eke out a “No…*sob*…no, fuck to you”
Monique stopped ripping her opponent’s breast for a moment and put her hand under the brown haired woman’s chin. Flexing it to make the humiliated woman’s lips move, the blonde mocked “I give up! I’m an ugly commie skank who isn’t good enough to beat a hot American girl, much less give you the fuck you deserve stud!”
The brunette looked at Roger, tears running down her face. She wanted to quit but she could swear there was something in his eyes that told her to hold on.
Rising above her foe, Monique pulled Luxana up by her light brown hair again. She pulled the woman’s left arm out straight, placed her knee on Luxana’s shoulder blade, and she drove the poor Ukranian girl to the carpet, shoulder first.
Luxana cried out in absolute agony as her shoulder separated. She rolled on the carpet holding her useless arm. In that moment, she would have submitted the match, but she couldn’t even speak. Looking to punish her further, the blonde pulled her to her feet by her sweaty hair. All the Ukrainian girl could do was stand there as she was kicked in the face and spun around. With her back to the blonde she found herself launched towards the windows facing out to the city as Monique kicked her in the back as hard as she could.
Luxana actually caught a break as she slammed into the glass. The force of the contact knocked her dislocated left shoulder back into its socket. She squealed in pain at the impact, but it felt better immediately. Her arm still hung useless though.
Her face and boobs didn’t fare so well, flattening into the window. Her nose began to bleed slightly and her poor aching tits were in agony as they were pancaked. Monique was behind her in a second and her left arm again exploded in agony as the vicious blonde put her into a hammerlock. Reaching into her hair yet again, she smashed the brunette’s forehead into the window.
“NICE VIEW ISN’T IT SLUT! TOO BAD YOU WON’T BE AROUND TO SEE IT MUCH LONGER!” Monique laughed. “I THINK I’LL HAVE MY MAN BEND ME OVER AND FUCK ME RIGHT HERE AFTER WE SEND YOUR BROKE BEAT UP ASS HOME!”
She released the brunette’s hair and with her free hand she reached down in between Luxana’s legs and twisted and mauled her pussy. The Ukrainian girl mewled and tried without success to dislodge the violating hand. In her agony she started murmuring a prayer in her native tongue.
“Speak English you dumb whore!” Monique snarled, ratcheted up the hammerlock and regripped the Ukrainian’s pussy. Luxana could only whimper after that.
Tiring of this at last, Monique let go of her hammerlock and Luxana sank down to the floor, leaning against the window, her body wracked with pain.
Roger was now more than concerned. This was turning into a bit more than he had bargained for. He didn’t want to see the beautiful brunette woman sent to the hospital from his brutal agreement. In fact he had requested them not to take it this far. But things had spun out of control so fast. Both women were coated in sweat and both had shed blood. He had gotten his wish, but at what price? Good lord, he was just some internet geek who got lucky, he wasn’t the Roman Emperor he had fashioned himself this night. Now this was something that was way beyond his control, this wasn’t a boardroom meeting, and it was completely his fault. He knew if the fight went on and he didn’t step in the blonde would maybe kill the brunette, who was either too brave, stubborn, or desperate to just submit.
But he had to admit, when Monique turned towards him and ran her hands over her beautiful body as she began to celebrate her victory, she looked really fucking hot. The savage aura of triumph she was wreathed in was exactly what he was looking for.
“Looks like I win baby! This bitch is done!”
He began to stand up to go to her and give her the victory fuck she surely wanted, but he sat back down in a hurry as the ignored and apparently beaten Luxana rose up behind the cocky blonde and drove her knee into the blondes kidneys.
The blonde bent over with a gasp which turned into a scream as Luxana drove her foot directly into her panty covered crotch. The blonde flew forward with the force of the blow, landing face first on the carpet, reaching for her pained pussy.
Moving as fast as her battered body would allow, Luxana made it to the blonde and kicked her in the tits as hard as she could. Monique rolled over to her stomach to avoid more breast torture, and the brunette used that as an opportunity to grab her stocking clad feet and put her into a Boston Crab.
If her arm hadn’t been damaged earlier, the fight may have been over then, but the brunette couldn’t get both arms into the hold tight, but she pulled back as hard as she could and the blonde rewarded her with a screech of pain. She rocked back further but the blonde was able to slip her leg away from Luxana’s ineffectual left arm.
So, still holding Moniques other leg, she dropped onto the woman’s back.
Monique moaned as her breasts were once again squashed to the carpet. The deep pile had ceased to do the ladies any favors; every inch of flesh was a painful place at this point.
Still holding the leg, Luxana grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled back, arching the blondes back painfully. She then let go and switched positions, returning the favor as she put Monique into a camel clutch as well.
“Submit bitch! Admit I have won!” she hissed through clenched teeth.
Monique growled ferally in response.
The brunette warrior released Monique’s hair and started punching her in the face with her right hand, her left arm was useless at this point really, and it hung limply by her side.
She raked her nails across the blondes face and Monique screamed in pain and humiliation.
“SUBMIT DAMN YOU! ADMIT I AM BETTER THAN YOU, THIS MAN DESERVES THE BEST PUSSY HE CAN GET AND THAT IS ME, LUXANA!”
Monique managed to get her left arm away from the hold and she used it to guard against the brunettes flashing nails.
“You fuckin cunt.” She moaned, and reached desperately behind her with her failing strength. She was about out of energy, she had just put so much effort into beating the shit out of the brunette and she knew it was now or never.
It was now.
Monique’s hand found a tress of light brown hair and YANKED as hard as she could. This pulled the brunette off balance and allowed the blonde to get her sweat slick arm out of the rest of the camel clutch. Moving with speed borne of desperation Monique rolled over to her back and punched the brunette in the pussy as hard as she could.
Luxana rose and staggered backwards, holding her crotch and was jerked forward by a savage kick to her lower back and kidney. The blonde slid away from the woman and stood behind her. She kicked the brunette in the back of the knee, dropping her to the carpet. Luxana once again landed on her shoulder. She screamed again as it popped out of its socket.
Knowing it was time to end it; Monique wrapped her legs around the woman’s torso as she was on her elbows and knees and rode her down to the ground in the scissors hold. Her dancer-strong thighs poured on the pressure. She felt the wind leave the brunette in a rush and her ribs start to mash together. Knowing the arm on the side her body was striding could not do anything, Monique put her left hand over Luxana’s face in a claw hold, her palm over the woman’s nose. With her right hand, she reached down and tore off the Ukrainian woman’s thong.
Luxana was crying in agony and humiliation. Her dislocated shoulder was a ball of fire, her entire body was pain, now she was bottomless too, and she knew the man whom she had been dreaming of giving her a better life, the man who she swore was looking at her like he was rooting for her, was witnessing this blonde bitch exposing her pussy for him to see.
She went back inside of herself and mused of the irony that she was a call girl yet the thought of her pussy being exposed to her client gave her a sense of dishonor greater than any physical pain. She then dove deeper into the place in her mind. Knowing eventually if she went in too far she’d just pass out and lose, but it was the only chance she had.
Still clawing the brunettes face, Monique now clawed at her exposed pussy. Grabbing it and twisting, while raking her nails across her clit.
“OH GIRL, YOUR PUSSY ISN’T WORTH A TWENTY SPOT!” She laughed. “I BET YOUR MOMS WAS THE SAME WAY WHEN SHE WAS FUCKING STALIN YOU COMMIE SPY SLUT!” She hooked one finger of the hand she was using to claw the woman’s face into her mouth and pulled it in a fish hook type move. “HEY! DID YOUR GRANDMOTHER BLOW LENIN TOO!” She laughed hysterically.
Monique honestly didn’t even care that this bitch hadn’t submitted yet. She was having the time of her life just beating and humiliating the poor woman. She knew her enemies shoulder was useless and with that, she could just ravage her as a woman until she gave up. This was the drive to conquer she thought this man had brought her here to enjoy. She knew his heart as nobody else could in this, the almost orgasmic thrill of womanly domination in every way. He wanted a woman to dominate another; he was going to get it.
She leaned back and poured the pressure into her scissors hold, gaining strength with every moan and sob from the destroyed brunette. She let go of the hold, but only so she could move back and drop her leg that had been on top repeatedly onto Luxana’s tits and stomach and then a heel once again to the brunettes exposed pussy. She kicked the woman away and Luxana rolled onto her back. Her breath coming in gasps, she just lay there, legs splayed, her hair a brown halo on the deep blue carpet.
Monique mounted the woman and sat on top of her in a schoolgirl pin. Once again, she inadvertently helped the brunette, for although it caused her unfathomable pain, when
Monique’s knee sat on top of her left shoulder, she popped her arm back in its socket. Luxana screamed again and Roger made as if to get up and stop the fight.
“DON’T!” Monique yelled, pointing at him. “Don’t you dare stop this! This is between me and her, and I MUST hear her quit!”
“NO! I do not submit” Luxana gasped, as much out of reflex as anything.
Monique began slapping the woman in the face, then punching her, insulting her and her heritage as she battered the Ukrainian woman’s head. She bounced up and down on her as she did this, mashing Luxana’s shredded abdominal muscles more as well as again crushing her perfect tits.
She stood up over her enemy, and Luxana looked back with a mixture of hate and resignation. The best she was hoping for was a quick ending at this point. But she still refused to give up.
“You will have to kill me to win you blonde whore!” she managed.
“For a hundred G’s, I can arrange that you dumbass slut.” Monique curtly responded.
She hauled the woman to her feet by her hair. Luxana was wavering badly, barely able to stand under her own power, her left arm useless at her side.
Monique took advantage of that with a HUGE right hand that mashed into the side of the brunettes face. Luxana spun away, blood starting to run from the corner of her mouth.
Monique continued with a kick to the belly, and then a knee as Luxana doubled over. Monique brought both of her hands down across the back of the brunette’s neck in a double axe handle move.
The Ukranian beauty dropped to the floor, landing on her knees and supporting herself by her right elbow.
Seeing the brunette’s awesome ass sticking up in the air, the blonde was overcome both with jealousy of her own flatter ass and hatred for this bitch who simply would not quit. She attacked Luxanas ass cheeks with her nails, rending them deep into the muscle and twisting and mauling her cheeks for all she was worth. It was a savage display of female violence.
She added to Luxana’s violation by punching into the brunettes taint and lower pussy repeatedly.
Luxana was once again overcome with pain; she was being mauled in the worst way she could imagine. The only thing that kept her from quitting was her pride, not the money and not the man, but her pride. This American bitch Barbie doll could not get the best of her. She had gone too far with her insults and she did not deserve the honor of hearing her cry out in submission. She looked up from the carpet at Roger, trying to work her way through it, and once again, she SWORE he was looking at her in a way that made her think he really did want her to win. Like he...believed in her.
He also had a raging boner as he watched her getting her ass and pussy mauled. But Luxana wasn’t in a position to quibble when it came to signs.
“Enough of this. It’s time to end this and fuck my man.” Luxana vaguely heard her blonde enemy say.
She was hauled to her feet by her light brown hair again and Monique turned her sideways, then the blonde pulled her back down by her hair, slamming the brunette across her extended leg in a back breaker hold.
“This is it.” Monique thought. Truthfully, she was nearing exhaustion herself. Beating the shit out of this bitch, added to the beating her own body had taken, had drained her, and there was only so much her reserves had from the boost of beating on the woman.
She pressed down on Luxanas chin with her right hand, with her left she pressed on her pubic area.
The brunettes stocking clad feet scrambled for purchase but all this did was slip them away, giving Monique even more leverage as she bent the woman’s spine into a “U”.
The blonde looked Roger in the eye and licked her lips slowly. She saw how hard he was from watching her destroy this idiot commie slut.
Finally, her body could take no more and Luxana wailed and went still. Her blue eyes were still open and filled with agony, but they had lost focus. She was finished in every way.
Monique worked her for a few moments more, then shoved the brunette to the carpet. Luxana just lie there in a heap, panting piteously, tears running down her beautiful face, mixing with the blood coming from her mouth.
The blonde placed her stocking clad foot on Luxana’s face and sneered at her “As usual. Stupid commie slut, now you’re beaten red, black and blue.” She rubbed her foot on the beaten woman and strode over to Roger.
Roger was just glad it was over. He felt terrible for the beautiful brunette. Honestly, he had fallen hard for her angelic face and her eyes, then had had fallen for her courage and determination. But him silently hoping she’d come back hadn’t been enough. He hadn’t meant to pull for one girl over the other, that was the whole point of hiring call girls, but he supposed it was inevitable. Now she was in incredible pain, and it was all his fault. Still, she looked so sexy, even in her utter defeat, lying there in only her white knee stockings. He wished he had only made one call that night.
But that was the deal he wanted and this Amazon conqueror of a blonde coming to claim him was not chopped liver. She was a drop dead beautiful woman made even more stunningly incredible in her glow of victory. He was proud of her fighting, her ruthlessness. She was his gorgeous blonde victress, and she would more than make an adequate companion for him.
She strode over to him and pulled apart his robe.
“So baby, I win! I can see how much you loved seeing me beat that little wimp. Now let me give you a hundred thousand dollar pussy!”
And she mounted him and started pumping his throbbing cock. He thrusted back, deeper.
Her pussy was magnificent, he had to say, and the fight had gotten her so turned on and wet she splattered her juices down his thighs as she rode him.
“OH BABY! YES! PUMP MY HUNDRED GRAND PUSSY! USA! USA! USA!” She threw her head back and moaned to the Vegas night.
Roger was about to explode into her when they both heard the “NOOOOOOOOOO!”
Her head back, Monique opened her eyes.
Roger poked his head out of the giant tits that had enveloped him. There was a smudge of blood on his face from her mangled left tit.
They stopped as Monique turned on his cock to watch her enemy staggering to her feet.
“I…DID…NOT…SUBMIT!” Luxana cried out. “THIS FIGHT...IT IS NOT OVER SLUT!”
The brunette stood fully erect and beckoned Monique over.
“Come; finish me if you can. American bitch.”
“What a fucking idiot.” Monique said in wonder, then to Roger: “Baby, I really may have to kill her for your cock. So hold that thought ok, stud.” She kissed him deeply and got up off his hardon, adjusted her thong, and pulled up her stockings, she knew he’d adore it all the more if they were fully up.
Roger wanted to call it off. It had gone on WAY too far and the brunette had already suffered WAY too much. The blonde was only going to hurt her more and he found he couldn’t abide to see those blue eyes in any more pain.
But he couldn’t. This was her fight, not his; this was bigger than him, his foolish delusions of Caligulian grandeur, his money, and his cock now. There was something FAR more primal between these two warriors, and she was right, it really was up to the brunette to say when she had given up.
Monique strode over to the brunette and made to slap her in the face. The girl flinched and the blonde instead kicked her in the pussy and the gut. Luxana sank over with a cry.
And then she rose up and smashed her head into the blondes chin.
Monique dropped as if she had been shot, clutching her jaw.
Luxana’s left arm had recovered feeling at least as she had lay on the carpet, but moving it caused her pain, so she could use it, but she was still fighting basically with one hand.
But, ignoring the pain, she sent the hand on the end of her pained arm smashing into the blonde’s rib cage and then with her strong right hand she punched her in the throat as hard as she could.
Monique rolled onto her back gagging and gasping, all her breath driven from her body. She failed her legs about, trying to keep the brunette away from her.
Luxana ducked in and wrapped her left hand around the blondes throat, twice separated or no, she had enough left to make it past the pain, she had to…this was now a fight for her survival. She then grabbed the blonde’s thong and pulled it as far into her pussy lips as she could. The fabric strained and almost ripped she pulled so hard.
Both girls were drenched in sweat from pain and exertion at this point, and the lack of killer grip at her throat from Luxana’s wounded hand allowed Monique to slip out of the choke.
She then freed herself of the pussy torture with a solid knee to the side of the brunette’s head, knocking her senseless.
She rose above the beaten brunette one last time.
“YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST LET ME FUCK HIM WHILE YOU CRAWLED AWAY YOU STUPID SLUT. NOW I PUT YOU AWAY FOR GOOD. I GET THE MONEY, I GET THE MAN, I GET MY DREAM, AND YOU LOSE EVERYTHING! AND NOW IT’S TIME TO FINISH YOU FOR GOOD! SAY WHATEVER COMMIE WORD MEANS GOODBYE IN RUSSIAN SLUT”
The brunette had had enough of the insults.
“I AM NOT RUSSIAN!” She screamed and dove forward for the blonde.
The blonde wasn’t ready for the attack and she looked down, stunned, as the crazy bitch launched herself mouth first…at her pussy.
Luxana bit down on the blondes’ clit through the silk material.
Monique howled in agony as the brunette dug her teeth in. She beat a tattoo of blows on the woman’s head, but it was to no avail. She began sobbing in agony, tears ran down her face.
Shaking her head left and right, Luxana hung on like a pit bull. Finally the clit, which was slick with juices even through the soft panty material, slid out of her teeth and the blonde staggered backwards, her hands grasping her damaged womanhood.
Making her hand like a point, Luxana sent a stiff chop straight into the blonde’s midriff, then one into her pubic area through her grasping hands. Monique gasped and bent over, her eyes glassy. Rising unsteadily, Luxana made it to her feet and wrapped her wounded left arm around the blonde in a side headlock, choking her. Monique started flailing her arms, trying to find a way out, but the brunette beauty stopped that by kicking her as hard as she could in the thigh with her right leg, right on the part between her thigh muscle and the back of her leg. Monique felt all the strength leave her legs and she collapsed to her knees.
Riding her momentum, Luxana fell with her enemy, and when she landed on her own knees it magnified her choke hold. Monique went limp in her arm. With every ounce of strength the brunette had left in her battered body, she grabbed the back of the blondes black thong with her right hand and PULLED as hard as she possibly could; wedging the material into
Monique’s vagina and lifting the blonde clear off her feet with the force. Luxana was trying to suplex the blonde, but as she got her up into the air, the silk thong let go with a
“RIIIIIIP”. Thinking as quickly as she could, Luxana got her right hand to the front of the blonde, and placing it right on her flat stomach, brought Monique all the way over and slammed her back into the carpet as hard as she could, driving her hand into her belly as she landed.
The air left Monique in an audible “WHOOSH” and, still keeping her left arm wrapped around the fading blondes throat, the brunette punched Monique in the gut three times as hard as she could, knocking the wind completely out of the woman. Luxana let go of her choke and, with the grace of a savage ballerina, used her right arm to brace herself and threw her entire body into the air. She twisted in mid air and brought her knee directly down into the unfortunate woman’s crotch. Monique wailed in pain and Luxana followed with a second shot directly into her pussy.
This took whatever fight the blonde had in her away and she lie there on the plush carpet gasping and trying to grab herself, but she couldn’t seem to make her limbs function anymore.
“You give now?” Luxana asked.
“No. No. Never!” The blonde almost sobbed
Sighing, Luxana used her left hand to twist the nipple of Monique’s right breast and her right hand to punch as hard as she could into the muscle of both thighs and then another shot into the pained blonde’s groin. Monique could only tremble at this point. Her brain wouldn’t let her give up, but her body was punished beyond exhaustion.
“I don’t want to hurt you for good, please, surrender!” Luxana pleaded.
Monique shook her head. She couldn’t quit on her dream. She felt like her entire world and future teetered in the balance.
Roger could only stare, slack jawed. He should end it now, he knew the blonde was done, but once again, something inside him knew it had to be settled woman to woman and neither would want him being the one to call it.
Knowing she had to end this now herself, the brunette mounted the beaten blonde in a reverse posture, her butt pressing the blondes chin, so she could not bite her pussy or ass, she used her thighs to pin the woman’s arms to her sides and, reaching down, she placed three fingers of her right hand into the blondes vagina and PULLED up with all the force she could muster.
“SUBMIT DAMN YOU, I DO NOT WANT TO HURT YOU ANY MORE, SAY I AM THE BETTER WOMAN AND IT’S OVER! PLEASE!”
The pain in her vagina finally broke the blonde and she sobbed out “OOOOOOHNONONONONONONOOOOOOOO! PLEASE STOP, I QUIT, YOU WIN, IT’S ALL YOURS! YOU’RE BETTER, JUST PLEASE STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! OH PLEASE STOOOOOOOOOOP!”
Luxana released her hold on the beaten blonde, and Monique’s once splendid body collapsed under her and started trembling as she tried to make her legs work, but nothing seemed to be getting there. She began to sob quietly, her body and her dream defeated.
Luxana had one more thing she needed to do to the woman though. Her victory wasn’t complete quite yet.
“You should not have said those things to me. I wanted to fight you with honor as a woman, but you disrespected me and my family. So I do this to you to remind you never to do that again.”
Placing her hands on the blonde’s knees just above where her black stockings ended, she braced her arms, even her still pained left one, and moved her hips back until her clitoris was on the blondes nose. She began to rub her clit on the woman’s face.
Within seconds, the brunette was moaning in utter ecstasy.
She looked over her shoulder at Roger, who was hard as a rock, and said “Do me like doggy?”
Ordinarily, Roger would have thought this was too much humiliation for the blonde, but Luxana looked so completely sexy that his little head so far overruled his thinking mind and he couldn’t have denied her if he tried. He obediently came over and put his cock into the brunette’s moist pussy as she thrust it on the blondes unprotesting face.
Within two pumps he knew this was the best he had ever had. If Monique had a $100,000 vagina, this was surely a million. The Ukrainian beauty fit like a velvet glove. She used her pussy muscles to clamp down on him like a vise and she rocked into him with fervor unmatched.
“My pussy is better than hers, no?” she moaned as they thrust together.
“Oh my God, YES! You’re AMAZING!”
“I am better than this woman in every way no?” she cooed.
“YES! YES! YES! OH GOOOOOOOOOD LUXANNNNNNNNNNNNNA!” he moaned and then he pulled out and shot his load on both the brunette’s ass and the blonde’s face. He had lasted less than a minute.
Hearing this made the victorious brunette cum herself and she exploded her juices out as well, running down her thighs and again onto the silently sobbing blondes face.
The final act complete, the loser in this woman to woman war covered in the juices of both her conqueror and her once prize, Luxana got off the blonde and threw herself on top of
Roger, wrapping her good right arm around him and holding him tight.
“Was that worth the money?” she purred in his ear.
“Every penny. Gonna be an amazing rest of the week isn’t it?” He panted.
“This will be a time dreams are made of.” She said.
They held each other tight. Luxana’s battered body now trembling with exhaustion as well. The blood still running from her mouth wetted his cheek.
He didn’t care.
“Is your arm Ok?” Roger asked.
“I will be fine, I dislocated shoulder, twice I think, but it went *bloop* back in. There will be pain, but I can deal with it.”
“I may call my doctor over here later to look at it if it’s still too painful. He’s an old friend, a good man. We’ll see how you feel, ok?”
“OK.” She sounded spent in every way.
After about ten minutes they were able to move into the love seat and they just lie together, totally hosed.
Not long after that, Monique was at last able to rise. But her legs were shaky and she could barely stand.
“You going to be alright? I can get you a doctor if you need one.” Roger inquired.
“Don’t worry about me.” she sniffled. “I can take care of myself. Nothing broken and pain fades, right? Can I at least clean myself up before I…leave?” Her voice cracked on the last word.
He nodded and told her where the washroom was. She grabbed her skirt and made her way to the bathroom gingerly. Tears still runni
g down her face.
“You should still give her something. She fought hard, even if she was bitch.” Luxana murmured.
Roger was impressed. He couldn’t imagine Monique would be as magnanimous if the situation were reversed.
“I will. I’ll make sure through her people she’s taken care of for this. In spite of what it may seem tonight, I’m not heartless. In fact, let me call a limo to take her home. I’m sorry I put you both through this. It was wrong of me. I got above myself.”
Luxana met his eyes. “It is the price we all pay for our dreams. Sometimes, the price is…different then one imagines, and knowledge of one’s self is sometimes more useful than money.
But I like money too!” She smiled.
When the blonde emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, Roger handed her her fur coat, the remains of her clothing, and her jewelry and told her she would be taken home and there was a limo downstairs for her. He also apologized to her for the pain he was responsible for. She didn’t say anything, but nodded and gave him a quick hug as if to show him she didn’t hold him responsible. She could not meet his eyes, nor even look in Luxana’s direction. She had been beaten in every way this night, but Roger knew she had the steel in her to come back from this, and he would keep a tab on her just to make sure. He had a LOT of connections in this town and he felt he still owed her something even though she was leaving tonight empty handed.
When the elevator doors closed and the blonde was gone, the victor looked into the eyes of her prize and said “Now…I want to fuck you on pile of money, and then we shall spend money! Yes?”
Roger went over to his wall safe and got the briefcase out, then he scooped her up with one hand and grabbed the briefcase with the hundred grand in the other and carried her to the bedroom. He was thinking a woman as determined, ruthless, and beautiful as this would make one hell of an addition to his boardroom.