The Keys
The Chronicles of Shyla, Part III
By H13
“I don’t know about this Shy. Are you SURE this is a good idea?”
“You need to relax Gar. A catfight is ALWAYS a good idea you silly boy.”
“Yeah, but homegirl…really…”
“Really nothing. I want to fight her and dammit, I’m going to, whether YOU like it or not. So you’re either going with me, or you’re stopping the fucking car and I’ll walk.”
Gary sighed and turned the Cherokee right onto a side street. “I love the thought of you tearing her hair out and bursting those obnoxious fake tits as much as you do Shy, but I dunno, my spidey sense just has a bad feeling about this.”
“Well, you’re not the one who’s gonna be fighting, so you just keep your comic book nonsense to yourself and stand by your friend alright?”
“Yeah, you know whatever you do; I got your back Shy, ok. But what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t at least mention it.”
“I understand, and I know you’re just looking out for me, but if you hadn’t figured it out by NOW you had better figure it out that I don’t need anybody to look out for me, ok? I’m a catfighter Gary! Just ask your dumbass ex-girlfriend!”
He cracked up and lit a Parliament out of his pack.
“Are we close?”
“Yeah, it’s a couple turns away. I think the place is right near Cattail Park. Cattail for a cat fight. You SURE I can’t come in and watch this?”
“She made it pretty clear I was to come alone. You’re gonna have to get out at the end of the block and let me drive up there in fact.”
“Am I EVER going to actually get to see you fight?”
Shyla laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “One day, I promise I’ll tear some cxnt’s pubes out for you. Maybe you just need another jealous girlfriend!”
They both laughed as he turned onto the street the house they were going to was on.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Outside of the thrill of beating the shit out of another beautiful woman and the glorious feeling of womanly triumph in every way, the best thing that came out of her brutal fight at the gym with Anita was meeting Gary.
She had given him her card as she was leaving, and it didn’t take him long to figure out what had happened after he had poked his head into the woman’s locker room and seen his beautiful brunette girlfriend still out of it on the tiles of the shower with blood all over her pretty face.
“All she could do after she thought she caught you looking at me was to say she was going to kick the shit out of you.” He had mused as they smoked a bowl and drank a beer in the living room of her small apartment. “She always had serious anger and jealousy issues. In fact Shyla, she was really hot, but she was kind of a bitch.”
“Kind of?” she laughed. “Well, you’re better off without her. She needed to be taught a lesson evidently, and I’m glad it was me who got to do it.”
She had found a kindred spirit in her love of female combat, and they had talked till near dawn, then they had made passionate love. He asked her to describe the fight to him while he went down on her, leading to a HUGE fountain of an orgasm as she told him about the end of the battle and her ultimate victory over, and humiliation of, the brunette. They had spent the next day snuggling in her bed watching ECNWC and DWW videos and talking about their mutual fascination.
They had even sent Anita a picture of the two of them giving her the finger as they lay in bed naked together. It had made them laugh like loons.
But Shyla didn’t need or want a boyfriend (or even a girlfriend right then for that matter) and Gary seemed to understand. He was just content to have somebody to talk to about catfighting. And so they simply became very good friends, often going out on the weekends and having drinks together while subtly looking for another woman for Shyla to fight.
Shyla had almost succeeded with some readheaded cxnt at the Steel Mill one night. The stupid bitch was some Ravens fan talking up some shit and Shyla didn’t need much of an excuse to want to rip her hair out anyway. When she had gotten up to go to the bar or the bathroom or something, she had hit Gary’s chair with hers and he winked at her and played it up like she had seriously bumped into him. The blonde catfighter followed his lead and got all “You messin with my man you Baltiwhore slut?” with her.
The redhead shockingly didn’t back down, and within a minute Shyla had her on her back across their table with her stupid Flacco jersey pulled over her head and she was about to rip her bra off. But the fucking bouncers, killjoys like they always seem to be, broke the two of them up.
Shyla was able to get the cxnt to come after her outside, and had grabbed her by her dark red hair and kicked her in the pussy, but her friends had all gotten between them then and the redhead was led away holding her crotch before anything else could happen. Shyla had challenged her to come fight it out for real, but the bitch wanted nothing to do with her, and when Gary had asked one of the guys she was with if there was any chance she might want round two, he had looked at him like he was insane and said “You keep that crazy bitch away from her!”
They had smoked a joint and laughed for hours over that, but Shyla was frustrated. “I’ve never got to tear up a fire crotch before!” She said disappointedly.
“Hey, what do you always say homegirl? Always a time, a place, and a skank! You’ll get it!”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She had been getting ready to curl up online when her cell phone had rang though. Shyla had some work to do for a webpage she was designing for a small start up out by Altoona. It wasn’t going to make her rich, but it was going to pay some of the bills.
Times were still freakin tough for the little blonde in that respect. Talk about frustrating! She’d been able to keep her pretty head above the water, but she was still more than a little worried about where life was going to lead her tomorrow. Piecemeal work was all well and good, but Shyla had hopes and dreams beyond this little apartment and a car that had 169,000 miles on it.
“If I could just find a way to get rich tearing some hussy to shreds…” she would sigh to herself. Unfortunately, catfighting sugar daddies were hard to come by.
So she was sitting at home in her Rapelsberger jersey, a pair of black silk panties, and nothing else on this Saturday night, her long honey blonde hair tied back in a ponytail; broke as a joke with nothing but HTML and an SQL Database to keep her warm.
She was puzzled when she had seen it was Gary on the phone.
“Hey, what the hell do you want? I thought you had a date tonight.”
He sounded sheepish. “Well…I don’t really wanna talk about it.”
“Oh come on Gar, fess up, it’s me you’re talking to here! Why the hell you sound so down clown?”
“To be honest, I went out to meet her at Allegheny’s for dinner. You know I had only spoken to her online right?”
“Yeah, you and the online dating. I told you so.”
“Well, ah, yeah. This bitch, we’ve been talking for two months now, and you know I was excited for this, right?”
“Oh yeah, I haven’t been able to shut you up for a week.”
“Well, you’d think she had seen my picture. Well, Shy, she took one look at me and said “This isn’t going to work out, you’re not attractive at ALL.” And she walked out on me.
“Holy shit! That fucking cxnt!”
“So yeah. I’m feelin a little blue Shy. Well, I figured I wanna blow off some stream and when it comes to that, I can’t think of anybody more fun to do it with.”
“Awww, thanks Gary, but you know we can’t…”
“No, not like that. I know, and I respect our friendship. I’d never even ask. Besides, you’d just turn me down too. BUT, if you got nothing else to do, if you wanna go to Wonderwalls, like I said, I’m feelin like blowing off some steam.”
“Wonderwalls? You wanna go to the strip club?” she giggled.
“Yeah, I’m needin some pussy in my face Shy. I bet you could go for that too, right? I’ll buy if you’ll come with!”
It only took Shyla a second. “Ah, YEAH I could go for that! You’re buying?”
‘I’ll even get you a lap dance babe.”
“HA! Ok, I’m getting into the shower; I’ll be ready in an hour. I’m sorry Gary, you didn’t deserve that. You want me to track that mean, tasteless piece of shit down and rip her tits off?”
“I’d love you to. She was a redhead too…I was hoping even if things did work out…”
And they both cracked up.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“Holy shit! This IS our lucky night! I guess I got ditched for a reason!”
Shyla licked her lips. She could feel the anticipation deep inside.
“You think…”
“HA! I sure hope so. How’s your fists of fury feelin babe?”
“MMMM….purrfect.”
They paid their twenty bucks to get in and took a seat around the left hand side of the stage. Wonderwalls was crowded but not packed, so it wasn’t a huge problem getting up front.
The place was laid out like a lot of clubs, big “T” stage coming from a backstage dressing room area, with a smaller stage off towards the back and to the left where girls who had been through already went for one last work round before going back to get dressed in their next costume. The foxy boxing ring was set up to the right of that. A small 10x10 square that was about 4 feet off the floor. Nobody was in there at the time, and a placard up front noted the boxing was “BOUTS AT 11, 12 AND 1”
“10:30 Shy! Woot woot!”
“Mmm…I’m already horny. Thanks for getting me up and out Gary. I think I needed this.”
“Shit, I KNOW I did.”
They ordered beers and watched as a tall blonde made her way down the stage, dressed up in a sailor suit that came off very quickly to reveal a very nice body, set off by a pair of outrageous tits.
Shyla appreciated the view. Of course, being Shyla, she was also obsessing about mounting the slut and pulling those things off her body. She dutifully placed her bills in the g-string though and smiled contentedly, knowing the strippers wouldn’t think she was thinking about anything other than having crazy sex with them.
After the blonde had moved on, out came a brunette with blonde streaks in her hair to the tune of “Hot For Teacher” dressed up as a naughty schoolgirl. She had light blue eyes and as she moved her way down the stage, she seemed to kinda fix herself on Gary.
Shyla elbowed him. She knew he had a thing for a blue eyed brunette. Anita, after all, was one.
“There you go stud!” she laughed in his ear.
She got down to them, whipped off her black bra, and hung it over his face, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black panties and knee high back stockings
Shyla had to laugh seeing his jaw drop.
“Hey you two, you like what you see?”
“Hi! How are you, wow, you’re simply beautiful!”
“Aww, thanks baby, you’re hot yourself stud. I’m Lexii with two “I’s”.
“I bet you are” Shyla thought to herself but stayed silent, she didn’t want to spoil her friends good time, she knew he needed some legitimate attention.
“Is this your girlfriend?” she smiled at Shyla.
“Nope, just a good friend.”
“Well, I might be back around in a bit stud! You just hold that thought!”
“And you can hold this!” Gary smiled at her and put a $20 in her g-string.
Her eyes widened and her smile was actually genuine.
Shyla smiled at Lexii and gave her a 10.
“I love you guys! “she blew them both a kiss. “See you soon!”
After she moved down the line, Shyla turned to Gary and cracked up at his goofy smile.
“That stripper REALLY likes me!” she said mockingly.
His smile was sheepish. “Sometimes they really are nice girls Shy.”
“Yeah but don’t lose track of yourself…”
“Thanks for the reality check Shyla. Just don’t beat this one into a bloody mess until she gives a reason otherwise.”
Shyla hugged him with one arm. “Don’t worry…”stuuud”. There are plenty of other skanks here for me to tear into.”
And so the parade of young flesh continued down the stage. When it came to be 11, they stopped for a moment and the foxy boxing ring opened up. Shyla and Gary moved down close to get a good view and watched as they went through two matches, a big titted blonde named “Porsche” played some pitty pat with a solid black haired girl whose name Shyla couldn’t even recall. The blonde won by a good margin in the audience voting. Then a strawberry blonde named “Ferrari” (making both Shyla and Gary crack up at the cheesiness of stripper names) had a pretty good match against the blonde they had seen then they first came in, who was evidently a Russian girl named “Petra”. They went at it pretty good for three two minute rounds until at the end, Ferrari trapped the Russian in the corner in front of them and peppered her with shots until the blonde waved that she quit. Then the two gave each other a big hug and it was back to the stage again.
Shyla and Gary made it back to their seats at the bar, more or less the same ones.
“That made me hot, but it was a tease!” Shyla laughed. “now I wanna kick some hussy’s ass even more!”
“I agree, I wish they’d go at it for real, but still, I’m even hornier now! I gotta admit I liked that second fight a lot!”
“Someday, I may let you watch me fight, then you’ll see what HOT is stuuud” she said gently mockingly.
The first girl down the runway after they came back was a shorter platinum haired blonde named “Nikki”. She came out in a leather outfit and immediately, Shyla got that VIBE from her.
Her thighs lit up like a tuning fork.
She had HUGE fake tits that looked like half cantaloupes sticking out from her chest and the body of a girl who danced for a living. But she also had that look in her eyes that Shyla recognized.
“One catfighter calls to another…”
Her almost white hair hung straight halfway down her back, and was cut in bangs straight across her forehead. She aggressively came down the stage like she was on a mission, collecting her money. By the time she got down to Gary and Shyla, she was wearing only her black g-string.
“Hey! Get over here handsome!” And she grabbed Gary by the back of his brown hair and shoved his face right up into her pussy. She gyrated right on his nose for about ten seconds, leaned back , spread her legs and did a stripper roll, then she came forward on her hands and knees and slid for her money. Gary’s smile was ear to ear as he dutifully put a 5 in her panties.
She turned to Shyla and the blonde could FEEL the mental line *SNAP* as her catlike eyes met the blonde’s dark blue ones.
“Mmm…and look at YOU. We don’t get sluts like you in here often!”
Shyla smiled. “I bet you don’t, hot stuff. How about you rub those tits in my face.”
“MMM…all night long sweet stuff!”
Shyla enjoyed it as those big tits gave her a little motorboat. She could only think about mauling those jugs as this bitch begged her for mercy though.
Nikki shoved her pussy right up in Shyla’s face and gave her and up and down. It was all Shyla could do not to bite her in the clit.
She appraisingly eyed the blonde stripper and slid four ones in her g-string. The blonde gave her a lingering look that Shyla could tell was faked friendly despite her outward appearance.
Nikki shot a look over her shoulder towards them as she moved down the bar.
“She knows.” Shyla said to Gary.
“Really?”
“I can smell it a mile away. That is one vicious mean cxnt Gar.”
“You want?”
“Yeah, I fuckin want!” and she grinned at him. “Oh my I fucking want!”
Then her eyes went over Gary’s shoulder, “Oh hai!”
They turned and it was Lexii, she was in a satin robe making her rounds of the tables, collecting even more money.
“Lexii!” Gary sounded so happy. Shyla laughed inside at his puppy-dog eagerness to his little crush.
“Hi you two! I told you I’d be by! You want to buy me a drink, I can stay longer then.”
“I know how it works. Of course!”
She was in the same little black thong she had been wearing and no top. She had the little flowers over her nipples since once they got offstage at Wonderwall and were working the crowd, they had to. She was still also in her black knee high stockings.
“So you having a good time tonight?”
“Yeah, and it’s even better now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you’ve been the highlight so far!”
“Oh stop, please, I’m not that good at this, I’ve only been here a month!”
Shyla chimed in “No, he’s serious. This guy’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when you hit the stage.”
“But he’s with YOU, I mean why…”
“I was serious, we’re just friends!”
“100%?”
“Yeah, he’s a free agent!”
“Hey ladies, can I join in?”
Shyla laughed. In spite of herself she found she didn’t actually want to tear this one to shreds. Shyla could be friends with girls, but it didn’t happen often. Normally she just wanted to beat then shit out of them. But Lexii seemed sweet and harmless. Beating her up would be like kicking a kitten.
“Of course, handsome. Thanks so much, can I sit on your lap?”
“Of course, but only if you want to. If it’s just part of the act…”
“Oh, it can be, but I actually want to this time. You’re sweet for asking.”
She sipped the drink the waitress had brought for her; it cost 20 bucks, which Lexii explained showed the management she could make them money.
They had a nice little flirty talk. Shyla let Gary go ahead and be a cheeseball; the brown haired girl seemed to like it. Inside she was cracking the fuck up.
“So, I gotta go for a bit, I box in the second fight at 12 and I got one more pass at ten till one. Will you come up and watch me? I’ve never done the foxy boxing thing before. I’m a little nervous.”
“Who are you fighting?” Shyla asked, her eyes bright.
“HER!” Lexii said with a tinge of fear and pointed at Nikki, who was humping the pole across the bar like it was the best cock ever.
“Really?” Shyla said.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m nervous. I’ve seen her knock other girls out.”
“Oh, REALLY?” Shyla said.
“Yeah, but hey I’ll be ok, right? Please, come down and watch me! OK, I gotta go, they don’t want me staying here too long and I can see the bouncer’s gonna be here in a sec!”
She pinched Gary on the cheek and gave Shyla a hug and was gone with a smile and a wave over her shoulder.
Gary looked like a mooning cow. Shyla completely laughed her ass off looking at him.
“Ok…maybe that stripper really DOES like you! You lucky dog!”
He turned red in embarrassment. “No, she’s just being nice. She’d never go out with a guy like me, I’m just another customer.”
“Oh shut up. You’re a catch you fool, remember I met you when you were dating some model looking slut and you were good enough for ME so don’t even go there because you had a bad way earlier.”
He brightened. “yeah, maybe she does! I can’t wait to see her box Shy, god just thinking about it turns me on SO much!”
“I’m thinking about boxing that Nikki chick and it’s turning me the fuck on too Gar. I want to tear that slut to pieces. Oh god I wanted to bite that snatch when it was in my face.”
They looked at each other and laughed again.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“It’s like midnight studmuffin. You wanna go get a good seat for this?”
“Oh hell yeah! Let’s get another drink too!”
They got a drink from the waitress and made their way over to the ring, getting good seats right up front. “I’m pretty fucking psyched for this Shy! You know, I’m happy that bitch blew me off tonight!”
“See you little baby, it was meant to be!”
They clicked their plastic cups together in a “cheers.”
The first fight was almost good, a sandy haired blonde with awesome full natural tits who’s gimmick was “Jane the Jungle Woman” and a lighter haired girl who was a biker chick with the stage name “Holli Davidson” put on an action packed match that had Shyla rubbing his leg in her own excitement. Although neither one of them could land a telling punch or anything they both gave it their best effort to put in a great show and they swung wildly for the full two rounds.
“It was worth it just to watch those titties fly!” Gary said in wonder.
“Kinda, but I’m in the mood for blood. All this does is get me riled up.”
“I’m in the mood for blooood…simply because you’re near meeee…” he crooned theatrically. “But seriously…” and they gave a nice round of applause when they announced Holli had been declared the winner “normally I agree with you, but I really don’t want to see that Lexii chick get her face smashed in right now.”
“Damn you and your romantic bullshit.”
“Well, you know the other 99% of the time I’m with you on the bloodbath tip.”
“Pfft, whatever.”
“OK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! FOR OUR SECOND MIDNIGHT MATCH, LET’S GET OUR LOVELY LADIES UP HERE! YOU’VE LOVED THEM ONSTAGE ALL NIGHT, NOW GIVE IT UP TO THEM WHILE THEY BOX FOR YOU! FIRST UP, HERE’S OUR DARLING NIKKI! “
The platinum haired blonde pranced down to the ring, collecting dollars from the spectators lined up on the way to and around the sides as she gave hugs and shook her assets in their faces. Gary and Shyla intentionally didn’t offer up any money, earning a quick dirty look from the blonde.
“I guess it’s still protocol even when you want the bitch to lose?”
“Fuck her.” Shyla smiled evilly.
Nikki climbed into the ring, kicked off her stilettos and took off her skimpy leather until she was just in her panties. One of the bouncers began to put her gloves on as the emcee grabbed the mic again.
“AND NOW, LET ME BRING DOWN TO THE RING HER OPPONENT, THE ASS WITH CLASS, GOOD MORNIN LITTLE SCHOOLGIRL, IT’S LEXII!”
The light brown haired stripper sashayed down to the ring in her little schoolgirl getup. It may have been her first time in the foxy boxing ring, but she seemed to know the routine. (either that, or she was full of shit. Shyla still didn’t completely trust her) She made sure to stop at every customer and get a dollar or two tucked into the garters on the sexy legs that dove down from her tiny plaid microskirt. In return she did her own version of the hugs, the asses in the face, and some pressed together titties for her fans that the other ladies had been doing all night.
Truthfully, Shyla hadn’t really expected her to do anything particularly special for Gary, and certainly not for her, but she had been quite pleasantly surprised to be on the giving end of a nice motorboat from Lexii’s well formed tits and a full grind to her smiling face. Then she turned, gave Gary a ten second lap dance, grinding herself onto his seated crotch, then a big long hug and she whispered something into his ear that he returned and slid a folded up twenty into her garter.
She smiled, winked at Gary, and climbed into the ring.
“What the fuck was THAT all about?”
He shrugged. “She asked me to wish her luck and she’d give me a longer one later if I wanted. I told her she didn’t need luck because she was already the best and told her “sure”.”
Shyla snorted derisively. “The BEST? Cheeeeese-BALL!”
“Well, the best figuratively speaking…”
“Yeah, you had BETTER remember who’s best.” And she elbowed him in the ribs.
“Jesus Shy, that hurt!”
“Uh huh, another reason why you shouldn’t forget!”
“I’m just tryin to get laid…” he muttered.
She laughed at him.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
After Lexii had taken her heels and stockings off and gotten her gloves on, the emcee, who was obviously just a manager in the club, waved them out and the fight was on.
Like the other women who had boxed that night, they both came out swinging, eager to give the rowdy crowd a good time. Lexii was throwing wild haymakers at Nikki’s head that the blonde picked off easily and slid some shots to the brunette’s midriff, but Shyla could see at the moment she was pulling her punches. She felt a momentary flutter of fear for the girl, odd for her, but she thought that it was set up so nobody would really get hurt.
“I’ve seen her knock other girls out.”
Shyla believed it, and she felt an urge to run into the ring and take on the slut herself. She felt herself get moist between her thighs thinking about punching Nikki in those big fake tits.
After about a minute of fast action, Shyla could see the brunette start to tire a little, but the girl was game and kept trying to come, but she wasn’t landing anything and after a wild right missed, the blonde stripper stepped in and nailed her one right in one of her very nice tits.
The crowd went wild as Lexii backed up a step and went to massage her bare breast, leaving herself open for a quick jab to the face. Even with the padded gloves, Lexii stumbled back to her corner.
Nikki played to the crowd for the rest of the round and played some more pitty pat as she was clearly toying with the brunette.
“I guess they want it so nobody hurts the merchandise.” She said after the bell had rung for the round. “That Nikki slut could have really hurt your little crush Gar.”
“You’re probably right. Poor thing. Well, as long as she can dance later, I’m fine. In fact, watching her take some punishment makes me even hornier.”
“And that’s why you and I are friends!” Shyla barked out a short laugh.
She looked at the girls in the moment between rounds. Lexii’s was looking over towards them for a moment, she looked nervous, but when she locked eyes with Shyla she smiled gamely. When she switched her attention to Nikki, she could see the blonde playing to the crowd, rubbing her big tits and doing a little bump and grind to the air, but she also looked in her eyes and saw cold bloodlust. It was a look she knew all too well.
“Gar, you know, normally I want blood, but I don’t like this…”
“Huh?” he was entranced. Smitten.
“This doesn’t feel right.”
And then the emcee brought them out for round two.
Lexii came out fast again, and started out by pelting the blonde with punches. They were about the same height, maybe an inch taller than Shyla herself, so neither had any real range advantage, and she drove Nikki back across the ring as the crowd cheered for her. But before she could trap the blonde in the corner, Nikki quickly composed herself and sent a hook into Lexii’s side and the brunette gasped as the glove hit home. Then the blonde stripper turned to the crowd and smiled. Shyla SWORE she made a point of looking directly at her. She made as if to send a big bolo punch to the brunette’s head but instead sent a sharp left to her body again.
Lexii staggered backwards, and Nikki started jabbing her in the tits over and over, sending her back across the ring. She faked a jab to the head and punched her HARD in her flat tummy. Lexii’s eyes bulged out and she gasped for air, but she had no chance for that as Nikki sent two sharp punches straight to her face. She threw another left and a right to the head, spinning her around in a circle, and then wound up and sent a MASSIVE uppercut to her jaw.
The crowd gasped and went ballistic.
Those were REAL punches to the face and body. Meant to hurt.
Lexii spun around, then crumpled and fell into the corner, leaning on the ring post. She was done.
Nikki wasn’t though, and she punched the brunette in the face three more times as the emcee rushed over to stop the fight. Lexii began to slide down the corner post. But before he made it over, she dipped down, lightning fast, and hit Lexii with a low blow up underneath her little plaid schoolgirl skirt.
The brunette grabbed her pained pussy and fell to the ring mat. Shyla could see trickles of red coming from her nose and mouth.
The manager/emcee pulled Nikki away from the beaten girl and declared her the winner. Shyla could also hear him say he’d talk to her later.
She had to reach over and restrain Gary from going into the ring to help Lexii, who was curled up on the mat and holding herself.
Nikki laughed and played to the crowd, who were throwing dollar bills at her.
Shyla eyed her appraisingly.
“Tough fuckin girl, ain’t ya? Like to beat up girls who aren’t fighters huh?”
The crowd began to make their way back to the stage, the festivities over until One AM and Poison’s “Nuthin But A Good Time” began to blast from the club PA. Two huge bouncers had appeared to help Lexii back to the dressing room.
They took their seats back at the runway.
“Sorry Gar, tough break for your poor schoolgirl.”
“That shit was just mean.” He sounded disgusted. “A nice foxy boxing match is one thing, but the pussy punch was uncalled for.”
“THIS, coming from YOU?” Shyla pretended to be incredulous. Before he could reply, she stayed him. “No, I’m just kiddin baby. Even I thought that was too much, all things considered.”
He looked at her and absentmindedly slipped a dollar into the g-string of an asian girl who was working the walkway in front of them. “I know that look in your eyes Shy.”
She gave him her most innocent look. “What, li’l ole ME…”
About twenty minutes later, their waitress slid over to them to get a drink order. She was a tall dark blonde haired woman who was wearing a teeny American flag g-string. Gary had been calling her “Miss America” all night.
“Hey” she said low after she took their order. “Lexii told me to tell you she wasn’t making her last pass tonight but she asked me if you could write your number on a dollar bill and let me pass it over to her. I’ll grab it when I bring your drinks over.”
Gary nodded. “Yeah. That’s a pretty slick move, thanks a lot for the message Miss America.”
“She’s sweet, and Nikki’s a cxnt for that, but it happens. Lex must actually like you to do this. They fire you in a second if they catch you giving out numbers. Be back soon!”
After she walked away, Gary looked over at Shyla. “See...that stripper…”
Shyla finished his sentence. “…really DOES like you! HA! Fucking-a Gar!”
“Can I borrow a pen?”
“Yeah” and she slid him the one she carried in her small purse.
Shyla turned and got a nice pussy in the face while he went to the men’s room. It was certainly nice, but she was thinking about ripping that other skank’s pussy off and wearing it for a hat.
Gary was back in a couple minutes and when Miss America came back over he slid her the extra one with his cell phone scrawled in the margin and tipped her a twenty herself.
“Thanks sweet stuff, my name’s Rhonda but I never told you that. Lex is actually Beth and I never told you that either, but for her I’ll bend a rule or two.”
“Thanks so much!” he said.
“Hey Miss Amerirhonda” Shyla chimed in, and after a second the girl realized the joke and smiled, “When does Nikki walk again?”
“Actually, I think she’s next up.”
“Thanks, you’ve been a great waitress, and you’re smoking hot. Have a great rest of the night!”
The two women nodded at each other and Rhonda went about her business.
A couple seconds later, “CAT SCRATCH FEVER” started blasting out of the speakers and the dry ice machine heralded the next dancer.
Nikki came out in a stripper cat outfit. Little ears and a tail and everything.
“You have GOT to be fucking kidding me.” Shyla said,
“She’s playing your song Shy.”
Shyla felt the challenge in the air, intended or not. Her pussy clenched in anticipation and her hands reflexively went to claws.
As the blonde bitch worked her way down the stage, losing her clothes until she was just in a tiger print pair of panties, she seemed in great spirits, putting on a grand show for the guys, who were showering her with money and attention, for being a hot ass stripper, AND her thrashing of Lexii. Shyla heard a few “awesome boxing!” and “great job in there”s thrown in as she moved down the stage.
She plopped herself down in front of them and did a full split, then rolled over and got right up in Gary’s face, opening up her g-string for her money.
“You get nothing from me.” He said coldly.
“Oh come on stud, it’s the way of the club, sometimes you get hurt!” she purred at him.
“No, you’re just vile. No need to hurt that girl.”
“Fuck her baby. She’s nothing!”
Shyla decided it was time.
“No, Fuck YOU skank. That chick is now my friend and she’s under my protection.”
Nikki rolled her eyes at Shyla.
“Who the fuck are YOU and what the fuck are YOU gonna do about it?” she stuck her fake tits in Shyla’s face in a challenge.
Shyla regarded her flatly.
“You think you’re a fuckin cat? You like to fuckin play rough slut? Some kinda tough girl?”
Nikki was going through the motions, but she was staring at Shyla with ice in her eyes. They looked like two Arctic Oceans.
“You wanna beat up a bitch? Here, gimmie your g-string cxnt!”
Nikki slid around to give Shyla access, and she also gave her the finger out of the view of the bouncers and manager.
Shyla looked Nikki right in the eye and slid a “Shyla Stevens” card wrapped in a dollar bill into her tiger striped bottoms.
“Any fucking time. You want a REAL cat? Try me on for size you piece of shit.” And she feinted like she was going to come for Nikki.
The blonde stripper flinched and looked around for security
“Yeah. About what I figured. Come on Gary, let’s get the fuck out of here.” She tilted her head to him, but he was already standing up to leave though.
She grabbed her purse and threw her long honey blonde hair over her shoulder. “Gimme a call if you got the guts cxnt!” and she strutted out of the club without looking back, making sure to swing her nice ass as she walked.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“So this is the place, huh?”
“Pull around the block, we’re early.”
The house was nondescript in the context of the neighborhood. Could have been any two level on the suburban street. White, vinyl siding, small screened in front porch leading to a well maintained lawn with a three foot high chain link fence. It didn’t look like there was much going on inside. All the curtains were drawn.
It looked more like there’d be a nice suburban family of 3.42 living there than a stripper.
There was a nice new SUV in the driveway, the only evidence somebody was home.
“What if this is a set up Shy? Say you walk in there and there’s a bunch of mothefuckers waiting to beat your ass, or a gang of angry strippers or something?”
She shrugged.
“I don’t get THAT vibe. I think this cxnt flat out wants a catfight. And I’m willing to take the chance to rip her tits off and shove them up her balded twat?”
“That’s why you’re my buddy; you have this way with words…”
She smiled at him.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Shyla hadn’t been shocked at ALL when within 48 hours of leaving Wonderwalls, the prepaid phone rang.
“YEAH, SHE’S SO DULL, COME ON, RIP HER TO SHREDS! SHE’S SO DULL, COME ON, RIP HER TO SHREDS!”
“Oh hello.” She had purred.
“This the little skank from the club the other night?”
“None other, whore. So what the fuck do you want?”
The silence on the other end was deafening.
Finally: “I want the same thing you want, obviously.”
“Oh really? And what would that be strippertits?”
“I want to claw your eyes out and beat you to a fucking pulp. You stepped to me in MY club you little slut? You need to be taught a lesson, in pain.”
“You need to be taught the lesson; picking on girls like that. You fucking piece of shit bully.”
“If you want me so bad, come over to my house and let’s settle this like cats. You think you’re some fucking catfighter? With some fucking business card? Show me, you flat chested little skeezy slut.”
“Your house? Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Because if not, you don’t get to fight me cxnt. I’m going to text the address. Be there Thursday at 1PM or shut the fuck up and crawl away like the all talk loser you are. Come alone, if I see that doofus you were with or anybody else, don’t even bother knocking. And then I’ll take your stupid skank friend Lexii out back of the club and make sure her face isn’t pretty enough to dance for a month.”
“Oh shut the fuck up. Seriously, you just sound dumber and uglier every time you open your diseased mouth. You go ahead and text me the address. I’ll be there and I’ll come alone. I don’t need fucking help. I’m not afraid of you, and if I even hear a rumor of you touching that girl again I’ll shove a pole up your ass and turn you into a slutcicle. Do I make myself clear you bleached hoebag fucking silicone skank?”
“Whatever. I’m bored of this. Show up or shut up…catfighter!” she mocked Shyla and hung up.
A minute later the address buzzed through. Nothing more.
Shyla considered it for a moment.
“Am I walking into something funny here? Pride before a fall? Am I a sucker? For some stripper I barely know?”
Then she remembered gleefully tearing out Rashida’s furry bush. She remembered her nails ripping into Anita’s large, firm tits…
“Mmmm…yeah. Ok, fuck her. I’m a fucking catfighter. And right is right and this fucking tramp deserves a lesson, and I’m just the cat to do it to her. This bitch thinks she can catfight too? Well, what you got strippertits?”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“Let’s stop down here and you can get out. I’ll drive up alone. Wait for me over at the park.”
“What if I don’t hear from you?”
“Then this cxnt is tougher than I imagined and I got my ass seriously beat. You got a spare key?“
“Yeah, why?”
“I dunno, for some reason it just feels right. Take the fucking thing and stop throwing me this bad juju dammit. Catfighting is hard enough without people worrying about you. I’m trusting you to let me do my thing and not fuck with me when I don’t want to be fucked with, ok?”
“You’re right babe. I’m sorry. You’re gonna do great; you’re the best catfighter there is Shy. I think I’m just jealous I can’t watch you beat the shit out of that trash.”
“Call your little chickie or something and feed the ducks.”
“Ok, it’s showtime. I’m getting out of here. I got my cell, just call when you’re done. Go beat some human decency into that fake piece of shit, ok?” and he gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek.
Her eyes flashed purple/blue like a thunderhead. “She’s dead fuckin meat Gary. She’ll be a redhead by the time I’m done with her.”
“Well, you said you wanted to beat one of those up.”
“HA! OK, t-t-y-s snucka.”
He held up his fist and said “Stay strong sister” and she drove away up the street.
“I REALLY hope she knows what the fuck she’s doing this time.”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“Fucking showtime! Ok Shyla, get in catfight mode!”
She looked in the rear view, she saw her catlike eyes narrow and she focused herself. She took a deep breath, held it in, and exhaled.
“I’M A CATFIGTHER, BITCH! THIS IS THE TIME, THE PLACE, AND THE FUCKING SKANK!”
She smiled evilly. Feeling those big tits burst in her hands, feeling the clit pulled from the pussy as far as it can go before ripping off, feeling her fist smashing into a whore’s ugly face...
She got out and locked the car, throwing the keys in the small handbag she carried. The only thing she had on her was her cell phone. Not hers, but the prepaid. She was dressed to fight, wearing a black soft feaux-satin shirt over her small but firm breasts (as usual Shyla preferred not to wear a bra unless she had to, her tits were awesome without one, thank you) and a pair of faded jeans that snugly fit her cute little butt. On her feet she had cross trainers, only idiots actually fought in heels when they had an option not to. Her eyes were hidden behind big sunglasses. She didn’t want to be seen here any more than she had to.
She strode up to the front door and rang the bell.
She stood out there for half a minute before she heard footsteps on the other side. She heard the hesitation as whomever it was looked through the peephole and then the door opened, still held on the chain.
Nikki peered out through the crack.
“Hmph. So the catfighter and defender of the weak and useless cum dumpsters of the world decided to come after all.”
“You gonna fight me on the porch or you gonna let me the fuck in so I don’t have to kick your ass in public?”
“Shut up you little idiot. I needed to make sure you were good to your word and followed my instructions.”
“How am I supposed to trust you before I come in there?”
Nikki smiled like a snake about to strike. “You aren’t. Why trust somebody who wants to beat you to death you fucking dumbass? You must be a real blonde. But if you want this fight, like I fucking said, you’ll come in anyway cxnt.”
She closed the door enough and slid the chain off its hitch.
“Come in douche juice. Come fight a REAL cat.”
Shyla looked around and over her shoulder. She had no idea why she was so spooked. Fucking Gary, throwing that bad juju at her like that. Nobody was around. She felt a cold breeze from the lake across the park blow through her blonde hair and shivered a little inadvertently as it brushed the silky fabric of her shit across her sensitive tits. It was a cloudy day out, and slightly chilly in the October air.
She shoved the door open and stepped inside.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“Welcome to my humble abode pancake tits.”
“Fuck you. These things are so firm and real, better than your plastic milk jugs.”
“They hurt just the same when my claws rip them off.”
Nikki was dressed in high black boots up to her knees, a black leather miniskirt, and a black shirt of some weird vinyl material. Her platinum blonde hair hung straight and framed her face and went over her shoulders down her back, she had bangs cut a little above her brow.
“She’s all plastic...all of her!”
It went well against her pale skin though. Shyla thought she’d be rather lickable if it wasn’t for the implants…and the fact that she was a vile piece of sewage.
Shyla couldn’t wait to see that platinum hair covered in blood. Like a fucking candy cane.
“Whatever, you dominatrix wannabe. Did you bring me here to exchange witty bon mots, or are we gonna fucking fight?
Nikki lit a cigarette and offered Shyla one. The little blonde looked at her like she was insane. Nikki shrugged her shoulders and took a drag. “You bet your ass we’re going to catfight you little cxnt. You fucking started this with me in MY club over who? Some dumb slutty bitch who made cow eyes at you and that dope you were with to get money out of you? Fuck you! FUCK YOU!”
She was getting heated. Shyla could tell, working her way to a righteous rage.
“Bring it.”
“Now I’m going to tear you to pieces. You asshole, you picked the wrong woman to start a fight with this time.”
“Shut up. I’m ready slut. Let’s do this. Right here right now.”
Nikki composed herself and took another drag. “No, not here. Come with me unless you’re a cat-chicken.”
Shyla took one last look around, the living room furniture was new and clean, big screen TV on the wall, glass tables, looked like any normal house. Shyla felt a pang of jealousy because she couldn’t afford any shit like that. There were steps on the right leading upstairs and a door under them that presumably led to the basement. Beyond was a kitchen and Shyla could see a wooden table and the edge of a granite topped island.
Nothing untowards. Could be anybodies home.
Nikki stubbed her butt out and turned on the heel of her knee-high boots.
“Come on…catfighter, let’s go settle this. “
She opened the door to the basement, flicked on a light switch, and disappeared down the stairs.
Shyla followed slowly.
“Come on you pussy, I’m not going to hurt you yet.”
Shyla walked to the steps and looked down. Nikki was standing at the bottom. She gave Shyla the finger and then beckoned her down.
“Close the door behind you, bitch. This isn’t something the fucking neighborhood needs to know about.”
Shyla pulled the door closed slowly and walked down the stairs cautiously. Her hands were already out in cat claws and she was ready to spring at any second. When she got to the bottom, she had to stifle a gasp.
The basement was covered in functional red carpeting. It was about the size of the house upstairs, a good 40 feet long by 30 wide. There was no other way out besides the door at the top of the stairs, Shyla noted. Shyla couldn’t say she was shocked to see the front part of the basement had a variety of bondage and S/M gear and shit lined up near the walls. It wasn’t her thing really, Shyla liked dominating and humiliation through fighting, not out of hand, but she wasn’t a total stranger to stuff like that. She had thought from the get-go this cxnt had some sort of Dom personality, and she, as usual, was right. But that wasn’t what caught her eyes and made her gasp.
Nikki was standing in the doorway of a caged off area that made up the back half of the basement. It was standard chain link, hooked onto poles that were embedded into the concrete of the floor through holes in the rug. Her hands were on her hips and she was smiling at Shyla like a cat that had just caught a bird. Shyla was a bit taken back to see there were some dark stains on the dark red carpet beyond the fence.
“What the fuck…”
Nikki bade her forward to the cage and stepped inside herself.
“SO, you little piece of shit wannabe. You wanna fucking catfight? You got one. You want me, you got me. But we do this under MY rules.”
Shyla crossed her arms and tilted her head.
“Ok, I’m listening human doorknob. What, you think some fucking leather and whips intimidate me? You think I’m gonna back down because like any other dog, you’re currently behind a fence?”
Nikki looked back at her through the mesh. “Step inside. It’s just gonna be you and me, as you can see there’s nothing else. I lock the door to this cage, and whoever can unlock the door and make it out first, wins. If you win, you’re free to go. If I win, I may…entertain you for a while up front. I’d like to hear you beg, I think…”
“Where’s the key?”
Nikki reached down in her boot and pulled out a silver key on a leather lanyard, she put it in the lock that hung from the latch on the cage door and showed Shyla it worked to pop the lock. “Right here catfighter. The lock is a regular old Masterlock. I’ll loop this around up here…” and she deftly tied it over end so it hung from a chain link two feet over her and Shyla’s head. “There you go bitch. Two bitches enter. One leaves under her own power, the other…you…heh heh…”
Shyla thought about it for a moment.
“Gary was right. This is bad juju. I don’t trust her and I think she’s a fuckin loony. I should be scared, but I’m not. I can beat this piece of shit fake as stripper cxnt!”
“Stand the fuck back slut. I’m coming in.”
Nikki stepped away from the door.
“I also get to lock the cage myself.”
Nikki nodded. “That’s fine skank. I don’t care, I’m going to rip you to shreds no matter what and then, oh then, I’m going to make you wish you never stepped foot in here.”
“Shut up loser. Go stand in the loser’s corner while I lock us in.”
Nikki stepped back to the other side of the room.
“Be my guest, oh heroine to the losers.”
Shyla stepped into the cage. Nikki was still smiling at her from the back corner.
“Well...all in, right? If there was a patron saint of catfighters I need her now…maybe I should pray to Bettie Page.”
She shut the gate to the cage and clicked the lock into place on the clasp.
