I have had the honor, of being asked by these two incredible ladies to write the third and deciding fight in this war.
Ladies WONDERFUL efforts and writing from you both.
This time it comes to America Cajun country.
Cast;
Gemma ; Delectable Brit, with a killer body, and skills to use it. Wanting this to be decided, she heads across the pond.
Jonica ; A few changes, yet very ready to fight. This time the home advantage is hers. Her hair reflecting she is fired up.
Storm ; Hoping to stay impartial, brought in by both sexy catfighters for fairness. Now he would hazard himself to make sure Gemma got back home safe. While keeping an eye for Jonica's safety as well. If one unable to defend herself, it was his to end the fight, when needed.
Boche ; Having a past with both ladies. Yet this time, repaying a debt. He has to stay away from Gemma.
Waitress ; EYE CANDY !!! One line, and stacked and sexy. What more did you want.
Joe ; BZZZP .. I should have a better part .. BZZZP!!
The night was warm, and sultry as Gemma was arriving to face Jonica one last time.
The fight had not even started, as Gemma began to feel the sweat drip between her firm, tatooed breasts.
Her eyes going to the driver, as she had requested him to accompany her to Cajun Country.
The two previous fights had been on her home turf. Now Gemma's heart was pounding, as she was being driven deeper into the wilder environs of Louisiana.
Along the sides of the road, as day began turning into night, pecan trees, and low hanging weeping willow trees, seemed to be closing in on the nubile young Brit.
The sound of splashing, and things struggling for life, coming from the dirty looking water off to the right. The dark haired beauty wondering why she had agreed to this, as she looks at Storm.
I can sense Gemma is nervous. I have been trying to keep my eyes on the road, as she simply was looking dressed to kill.
We had left the hotel, and Gemma had dressed going by the climate she felt.
This meant a very clingy tank top, over a bikini top. The combination holding her breasts nicely, yet letting them show how full, and firm they are.
While covering them somewhat.
Her shorts clung to her nice ass, and I had to admit Gemma had some nice legs as well.
Finally I turn quickly and smile. "Relax, I'm with you okay?" I tell her, before popping in a cd, and playing Burning it Down. To try and help get her in the mood.
I follow this by some Megadeath Symphony of Destruction.
The driving beats beginning to get Gemma's blood pumping again.
Jonica had wanted a third fight, as did Gemma. With a win apiece between them.
They had gotten hold of me, and having two such sexy ladies asking, I could not resist.
It had been some time since their last fight, so both had time to heal. This one was going to be good. Both ladies knowing a little of what they were facing now.
The lights begin to show, from the large wooden structure. Large trucks, and dinged up cars, line a lot of the parking lot.
The place is big, with music blaring from open doors, as people come in and out. Long necked bottles in hand.
Some embraced by cars, yet eyes watching wary, as we are pulling in.
Against part of the outside wall, gator heads and claws hung. As well as other items fished out or killed nearby.
Beer signs hanging along with chewing tobacco signs, some in neon.
We park, Gemma gets out, and soon is close by my side, as she begins getting some whistles, and calls. Then we are inside looking for Jonica and Joe. A waitress comes by taking notice of the dark haired tatooed beauty with me.
Dressed in a pair of tight jean shorts, and a skin tight t-shirt over her impressive sized tits. Her eyes not matching the smile on her face, as she tosses her head, in one direction. "They's all watin for you on the deck out back." She says, then goes on about her business.
With a shrug of my shoulders, we head out.
Lights are strung up around some fencing, and some trees. The back is mainly a large wooden deck area, with a wooden railing along the back side, that several guys were leaning over to spit.
Sitting in the middle of it, are two nice sized inflatable pools. One filled with a gooey, wet mud.
The other having the last of the different color jello added to it. It was not filled with alcohol, as that would have been to much to waste. Yet the message was not lost on Gemma.
Here she was a long way from home, and surrounded by Cajuns.
The crowd building, as the buzz announced the guest had arrived.
Gemma's eyes widening, as she sees Boche drifting out into the crowd. He smiles at her, and makes a kneeing motion with his leg.
Then he nods to me. Gemma's heart sinking, as she begins to think I am in on some kind of a set up against her. She was going to die out here in some swamp.
Her body tense as she turns to me, and I read the fear in her pretty eyes. I glare at Boche, and he hangs his head.
"Gemma, let's say he owes me a favor." I tell her, letting her know Boche was there at my request, but not against her.
"BRIT BITCH!!" "Welcome to Cajun Country!!" We hear a yell, as Gemma tries to locate the loud mouth, that said it.
Before she can, from the crowd Jonica barrels at her, grabbing her and bulldogging Gemma face first into the mud, of the one pool. Gemma landing with a wet splat, as with out warning the fight was on.
Jonica stands, as the crowd cheers her. Jonica had let her hair go back to red, as she wanted to use all the fire in her spirit she had, for this final fight.
Jonica was wearing a cropped T, with a black lace bra underneath.
Her jean skirt, was short, and barely covered her ass.
The boots she had on, adding some extra to her fighting arsenal, as she waits for Gemma to roll, and rise to her knees, with a wet sucking sound in the mud.
Some of it oozing between her pert breasts, as she wipes it away from her face, to see Jonica glaring at her heatedly.
"Dont'cha know your supposed to kiss the ground, when you get off the plane bitch?" Jonica asks, as the crowd laughs, at the local girls playing with the beautiful mud covered brit.
"Jonica those boots were expensive." Joe mumbles from the side.
"Shut up Joe, this bitch needs a high priced ass kicking Cajun style!!" Jonica replies.
"They'll never come clean." He ads, as Jonica rolls her eyes.
"I am busy here will you shut the fuck up??" She snaps back.
"Sure dear, just don't want you to ruin them." He ads, as she glares at him.
As Gemma watches. Jonica strips the boots, and throws them at Joe. One striking him in the head, the other in a place lower, and less comfortable.
"There are the fucking boots, now shut the hell up, while I deal with this Bitch!!" Jonica says, as she turns back to find Gemma standing in the mud, her middle fingers extended. "Deal with this you fucking skank whore." Gemma says, as some of the crowd begins to laugh at Jonica.
"BZZZP!!" She hears from Joe behind her.
With a scream, like some psychotic lunatic, freed from the asylum. Jonica launches her hot, sexy body into Gemmas. The two go down, into the mud together, and come up swinging.
Sweat running down both ladies, to add to the wetness of the mud, as Gemma slaps some of it flying, as her hand connects with Jonica's face.
Jonica's fingers bent into claws, as they tear at Gemma's top, and heaving breasts.
From outside of the pool, someone throws a few buckets of water on them, as Gemma's bikini top is torn free, and her tatooed breasts begin to heave naked, and glistening before the crowd.
The artwork becoming more visible, as the water sloshes against her heaving chest.
Jonica is laughing, enjoying herself, when Gemma hits her hard in her belly, then slams a forearm, into Jonica's chest.
Jonica pitching back into the mud, as Gemma dives on top of her.
"What the hell was I thinking taking my boots off?" "I am so kicking Joe's ass with them later." Flashes through Jonica's mind, as Gemma begins to tear, and rip Jonica's top, and bra off.
Now with her ass laying in the mud. Gemma begins to punch, and slap Jonica's well formed, pert breasts.
"CAJUN cxnt!!!" "You are going to lick my pussy clean, when I am done kicking your ass!!" Gemma cries, as Jonica tries fighting back. yet for now it is all Gemma.
Jonica's skirt comes off, and soon her mud caked panties, are thrown into the crowd, as now Gemma had her naked and at her mercy.
The sad part being for Jonica, Gemma had no mercy.
The crowd is yelling encouragement for Jonica, as she feels the brusies piling up on her body.
Then Gemma's knee hits her hard in her side. Jonica twisting, as her breath is knocked partially out of her.
"Had enough bitch??" Gemma asks, as she slips in the mud, as she prepares to knee Jonica again. As she tries to recover. Jonica's fist slams into the side of her head.
Gemma dazed, slips off, as the crowd erupts in cheers for the local girl Jonica.
Gemma is rolling in the mud trying to gather her wits. "What was I thinking giving this slut home advantage, for the deciding fight?" Gemma thinks to herself, as Jonica grabs Gemma's shorts, and begins yanking them down.
More water is thrown on the two sexy catfighters, as Gemma's bottoms come free, and Jonica manages to slap her ass hard, before biting it.
Gemma cries out in pain, as her arm swings back to hit at Jonica.
Jonica grabs it, and soon wriggles, and squirms her body. So that she had Gemma just right. Before the buxom Brit can block it. Jonica suplexes her backwards, and into the pool filled with jello.
The large mulit colored mass, already beginning to liquify, as it now was warm, and clingy, as Jonica dives over, to be met by a foot to the side of her face from Gemma.
Now both ladies, fully nude, to the delight of the crowd, began grappling, and thrashing naked together in the jello.
The moist, gummy mess, smearing over and clinging to their naked bodies, as they try to hit, and kick.
Strands of dark hair, as well as longer strands of red hair, laying about, as they take turns pulling hair, while shoving the other woman's face into the jello goop.
They are close to the side, nearest the spectators, as Gemma punches Jonica in her right tit, causing her to double up, while trying to protect her breast, from further damage.
A booted foot lashes out from the crowd, to slam into Gemma's side causing her to scream in pain, as she feels something give.
"Dirty son of a bitch!!" "BOCHE!!" I yell, and soon the local has more problem than he can deal with as Boche begins to teach him why it was not nice to kick a lady while catfighting another lady.
I motion, and a few more bodies begin moving further up in the crowd.
Jonica recovering, and grabbing Gemma's hair, before shoving her head back down, as hard as she can, to the bottom of the pool.
Gemma's breathing labored, as her ribs were in bad shape. The extra slam to her body now by Jonica, not helping.
I expect Jonica to finish Gemma now.
Yet to my surprise she begins sliding Gemma's head back and forth in the jello. "Which flavor do you like best bitch!!?" "I am going to make you eat all of this, as well as my pussy before your through." "Welcome to Cajun country whore!!" Jonica hisses, as she begins to slide her body up along Gemma's
Before Gemma can react and counter. Jonica is rubbing her mud, and jello covered pussy over Gemma's face.
Gemma thinking to herself. "I will lick anything but strawberry, I am so sick of strawberry."
Gemma writhes beneath her, as Gemma's fist flies, and luckily for her manages to strike hard, the place she had kneed Jonica before.
Jonica howling in pain, as the extra blow manages to do damage to her ribs, so recently healed.
Gemma bucks her body, and as Jonica sloshes around in the jello pool, to turn to face Gemma again. Gemma's fist launches, and connects solidly with Jonica's chin.
Jonica's arms fly out up over her head, as she flops back, with a wet splat into the jello. Her chest heaving, as Gemma begins to mount her.
Jonica's eyes are slightly glazed, as I can tell she can no longer defend herself.
Gemma had won the deciding fight. Yet now she was going to maybe go to far. Her blood boiling, as she begins to shove her breasts onto Jonica's face.
Jonica barely conscious as again she is tasting Gemma's tit. This time along with assorted flavors, and some mud.
"Waitress no more tit please." Jonica thinks, as thankfully someone begins pulling Gemma off.
Hands from the crowd grab Gemma, and yank her from the pool. I am in motion, as they toss her onto the deck, and begin to kick at the winner of the fight. "Foreign Fukkin Beetch!!" I hear said, as Gemma cries out, and just tries covering up.
I see a few move and begin kicking Jonica. These the good old boys, that had bet on her to win, and lost.
Joe is waving his arms and yelling in a high pitched voice, as other locals move to Jonica's defense.
I throw myself over Gemma, as I wait for Boche and the boys to clean house.
Gemma is enjoying her victory, as hands grab her. "Oh hell can't even enjoy it." She thinks, just someone breaking it up.
Then the cowboy boots begin to find her delicate flesh,\as waves of pain begin to run through her. Then she feels, and recognizes Storm laying prone on top of her. "Bloody yank was going to boink her while she was defenseless?" Then her mind begins to realize, he was not taking advantage of her.
As she hears him, and feels the strikes. Gemma realizes Storm was protecting her with his own body.
"Damn that makes me hot, if I wasn't going to pass out, I might give him a tumble right here." Gemma thinks as she hears sirens screaming in the night. Then she knows no more.
Gemma wakes to find herself in a hospital bed. IV in her arm, and aches and pains all over.
Gemma can feel the tight bandages about her ribs again. Then she sees Storm move into her view.
"I did win right?" Gemma asks, as he smiles, and brings a glass with a straw over to her.
"Yeah you won, sorry I couldn't get to you quicker." I tell her, as she drinks through slightly swollen yet still kissable lips.
Gemma can not believe how good it feels, as the cool liquid glides down her throat. Gemma seeing Storm was moving rather gingerly. Testament to his honoring his word to her. Storm had been hurt protecting her.
For some reason, that just got Gemma hot.
"Thanks you probably saved my ass." She admits, as he laughs. "Nice ass to save, if I may say so." Storm replies.
"Look the Brit finally woke, what were you taking a holiday Gemma?" A very familiar voice says, from the bed sharing the room with her.
"What the fuck Jonica?" Gemma asks, as I help her rise enough to look, and see an equally battered and bandaged Jonice laying in her own hospital bed.
"Go on tell her." Joe says on the other side of Jonica's bed.
"Joe I feel like I just had my ass kicked, will you shut up?" Jonica asks.
Joe giggles. "You did get your ass ... " He begins.
"Joe shut the fuck up!!" Jonica and Gemma both yell together.
"Sorry." He says then sits quietly, as I move between the two lovely ladies.
"While you two were out, I happened to see some posts by Emma Fox." I begin instantly getting their attention.
"Bitch." "Fucking whore started this whole thing." "Skanky cxnt." They begin mumbling.
"It seems Emma has gotten herself a partner, and says they will take on anyone EXCEPT." I say strongly to get their full attention.
"She says the pair she calls the Cajun Brit cxnt Connection is not worth her time." I inform them, as they begin to talk harshly about the woman.
I knew a little added spice, would help them both recover faster. I had politely asked Emma to fight either of them.
Her reply, was individual or together she could kick both Gemma and Jonica's asses.
I happily told her to find a partner, and we would get back to her soon.
Jonica and Gemma so very recently having been trying to destroy one another. Now had a common cause and enemy.
"I'm in if you are Brit." Jonica says eyes showing some new strength and life.
"First I am going to show Storm how grateful a Brit can be, after that HELL YEAH, I'm in Cajun!" Gemma replies, as Joe meekly sits by Jonica, and I begin to enjoy getting to know Gemma.
All of us knowing at some point, a team fight was going to happen, for Gemma Rox, and her partner for now Jonica.
The end.
