(Hey All, Merry Christmas to ya’all hope you enjoy a quick story )
The Challenge
Betty was a 40 year old divorcee, her ex husband never could understand her fascination with her constant conflicts with other women. The truth was they weren’t just conflicts, they were a form of pecking order in small towns and neighborhoods all over the world really.
These women used the terms like Queen, boss lady, Champion some even used Landlord. Basically it all meant the same , the woman who proved herself the best among the other women in that area reserved the right to claim the area as hers.
Among all the women in Betty’s neighborhood, she was by far the undisputed champion, and as such, chose the rank of Queen. She managed to break every woman in the neighborhood either by a titfight, hair pull fight, catfight or claw fight. After a few of the women saw how good and ruthless she was in a fight , they just fell in line and did as she asked without getting torn up.
Betty stood 5’10” 147 pounds and was a gorgeous 36H-28-38 perfect hour glass figure and sandy blonde hair to her shoulders, with blue eyes. After many fights to get where she wanted and many more with her now ex husband who didn’t get it or approved of it, Betty was the one all the women came to with any issue to be resolved, if none was made the women would fight as Betty watched.
Having the responsibility of running a neighborhood, meant even the local law enforcement would only venture down one of the 7 streets in her area if she called , or needed to check on someone they stopped by the woman who knew what was going on and where.
Part of that same responsibility came in having to defend against what Betty and her area called “walk ins’, these were women either just looking for a fight, or looking to make Bettys area hers by fighting her and winning if they could, and many before tried and failed. Not without giving Betty a run for her money, but none could be as ruthless as she was when it came to keeping what was hers.
That was till one day in early June, Betty was challenged and was a few streets away having a fight, when a woman in a Mercedes entered the area. The woman stopped at the first street in Bettys area and got out, and slowly strut about the first few feet or so.
Now understand in these areas run by others you better believe a lot of curtains were being moved to see who and what the woman wanted outside. When everyone got a look at her they were all gasping in their homes.
The woman all would later learn was Patty, a 43 yer old wife of a real estate dealer, her husband didn’t care what Patty did away from the office if it made her happy, and as he spent the few minutes trying to get it , all he knew was where ever Patty wanted to live , there was never any trouble unless she found it for herself .
Patty was a jet black haired woman at 5’10” and 150 pounds and every bit a 36H-28-38 match to Betty, who she had not yet met at all. But Patty was here cause she wanted a new area to herself and expansion she called it. She was no stranger to fighting for what these area involved in fact its how she had the other 2 already for herself . And like with Betty, Patty was so ruthless in a fight for what she wanted those who watched easily fell in line to save from being beaten so badly.
Patty knew there was only two ways to find the “queen, or champ” of an area , run into her, or make it known you want a meet. Patty circled her car a few times a silent way to lure whoever ran the neighborhood to come out, when that didn’t work she took matters in her own hands.
Patty strut up to the first house she was near and rang the door bell, with husbands at work and kids at school or camp, she knew only the women were home. When the door opens a busty red head with a few scars on her breasts and face opens the door, “can i help you?”.
Patty notices the reminders from a fight and just smiles then says “you can, my names Patty, i like what i see here, and i want it, so you tell your current Queen i am looking for her, tell her i will meet her in 5 days at the street with the dead end sign to discuss a few things.”
As the woman starts to shut the door Patty stops her and glares through her as she hisses, “you tell her , cause if i have to come back to this house those scars will be nothing to the ones i carve into you honey got it?”.
The woman clearly saw a few scars on Patty but more she saw the razor like fingernails she had manicured to daggers. She nods and says “I’ll make sure she knows”. Patty turns smiling as if she already sealed the deal and it was hers, she strut to her car posed a bit for the women looking out at her then drove off.
Patty nor Betty were expecting any kind of reply. In fact when Betty came home from her latest win, she was informed by the woman Patty gave the message to, that she needed to be ready for a meet and a good chance more to either defend her neighborhood or give it up.
Betty didn’t bother to ask what the woman issued the challenge looked like, she never bothered to ask if she was a real threat. It didn’t matter cause in 5 days time, she was going to have a fight or be arranging one. Her only thoughts were which one of them would be left torn up, broken and milked as the women of the area look on.
The morning of the fifth day comes, Betty as she sips her coffee looks out at the street she lives on and sees some of the women that she knows will be watching what transpires today. She goes to her room and picks out a pair of black heels, tight jeans a black thong and bra and a soft blue blouse. She sits and pins her hair up, does her makeup and finally applies a fresh coat of dark red lipstick.
She checks her watch so not to be late. Patty is on her way, driving slowly, she is red heels tight blue jeans and a red blouse with matching bra and thong under. Her own hair pinned up a brighter shade of lipstick. A slight grin appears on her lips as she wasn’t completely sure which street she agreed to, but seeing the women of the area walking to it reminder her.
Patty turns down the street and passes the women walking, she knows right now many of them are being told about her, or are wondering if she will be the one to beat Betty.
She drives to the end of the road, and completes the partial circle of the dead end. She takes a breath in , then steps out of her car and leans her round ass against the front fender as she lights a cigarette, and waits for her rival to show.
The other women refuse to acknowledge her, they just look her up and down, and whisper among themselves about her and if they think shes the one to win today. As the wall of women gets to be two rows deep, Patty sees the only other car to turn down the street, she watches to see if it will stop but when it doesn’t and instead slowly crawls past the other women to a stop just opposite her car, Patty knows the wait is over.
The other women now go from being a human barricade , to slowly forming a large circle around the cars and the two Queens. Betty’s car door opens and she slowly eases from it,
As she shuts her car door the two women glare and scan each other from heels to hair, both inhale slowly as if offering out their tightly confined busts. Betty slowly sets her ass to her car fender as she lights a cigarette. They both blow the exhale smoke at one another, Betty then says, “i hear you looking to make this neighborhood yours honey”.
Patty stares back as smoke eases from her lips, “thats right i am, and unless your ready to fight for it, its mine, so whats it gonna be..honey?”.
Betty smirks she has been in this situation before. “Well i am ready to fight for it since it is mine already, i just hope you are as ready.” Patty inhales again on her smoke, “well now thats settled where and how are we gonna start it off?”.
Betty raises a brow at her new foe. “Well you have two choices honey, we can start right here and go titfight out of the way, or just finish it all right here, as expected loser is milked, smothered and loses her bra and leaves town for good.”
Patty looks at the hungry women wanting it all as much, “and what about them?”. Betty exhales a full amount of smoke then drops her cigarette her heel squashing it on the street, “them? Oh they all know not to fuck with me and especially to not interfere in a fight for my area, so don’t worry your head about that, it will be strictly you and i honey.”
Patty tosses her cigarette and crushes it with her heel, “well as long as its clear this you and i only, i am ready to do this right here right now every way it will take…honey”.
Both ladies arch off their fender and slowly step to the center of the dead end road the circle of women quickly closes around them limiting the area this fight will stay in. The two queens slowly circle the smirks and smiles gone as they are set to fight.
Betty softly hisses “wanna start it honey?”. Patty replies “love to you have a preference how i do?”. Betty shrugs “you came to fight , so fight me”. Patty swallows “well then lets fight”.
There is a second of silence then both women stab their fingers in the others hair and start to pull as hard and tight as they can. Fingers twist and wrap up fistfuls of hair, both tilt their chin up at the other as they shake each other’s head by her hair. Instantly the crowd of women start to encourage these two to fight harder as if they needed it.
Snarling and only seconds in the two women whip and yank and shake each other about the circle tearing out tufts of hair and letting them float from their iron clad grips. Faces red eyes welling up as they growl in each others face. The cheers to fight harder urge both to tear out more and they happily obey the women chanting for a fight to go at it.
Patty and Betty nearly nose to nose are snapping each others head as they tear, rip, yank, pull and whip each other by her scalp. patty spitting , “cmon you fucking bitch fight “. Betty snarls right back, “bring it you cheap cxnt fight me or leave now.”
The taunts each verbally stated just made the fighters blood boil more, the result the fight got rougher as the women cheering wanted. Betty whips Patty by her hair to one of the car doors, her ass and back hit against hard, standing her up more.
Betty presses into her new rival, teeth clenched and shakes Patty’s head side to side as hard as she can. Patty yelps out “ohh you fucking bitch my hair!”. Betty steps her right leg between Patty’s legs , “cmon you whore fight aghhhh owwww BITCH!!.”
Every woman’s eyes go wide including Bettys, as Patty manages to grab two fistfuls of bangs on Bettys head and snaps her head down to the right, with her leg in between Patties, it was easy to throw Betty on the ground and pounce on top of her.
Once on top Patty uses the two handed hair hold to bang her rivals head off the hard ground, all while fighting Bettys pull on the top and back of her hair. Betty starts to weep and growl through her pain. But Patty is in full control, slowly pulling in a twisting form, Patty rolls Betty onto her stomach.
She straddles her rival and with her hands deep in the bangs of Betty’s hair, she pulls back bending Betty back. Betty has to release her hair hold to prop her hands and arms under to try to ease the stretching burning pull on the roots of her hair. Tears run now as she is bent so far back and Patty straddles her back and has full control .
Patty yanks and gets her rivals head “you wanna give or you want me to rip out the clump i have bitch hmm?”. Betty snarls “get off my back bitch I’ll rip your hair out,aawwww fuck my hair!”. Patty yanks and shakes the trapped hair and head harder, “i mean it Bitch give or i make you bald you witch give or not?”.
Slowly after her threat Patty pulls back more, Betty is crying , red faced her eyes shut in sheer pain, “AWWWW BITCH MY FUCKING HAIR!!!”. Patty screams over her hurt rival, “SAY IT BITCH SAY YOU GIVE OR ELSE”!.
Hurting , burning tears running and in a bad bad place Betty shakes her head no but she knows she is about to be beat badly, she looks up in fear, “OK OK I GIVE YOU WIN THIS ROUND BITCH”!.
Patty arches Betty more hurting her back and scalp then shoves her head to the street by the hair and uses Bettys head to stand up. She looks down at her beat rival and then the women watching , she smirks a sexy smirk and steps over her rivals prone figure and steps to her car to have a smoke and fix her matted hair.
Betty lays there a moment catching her breath, her hair torn, sweaty and matted knots looks like it was wind blown on her head, wild and no style. Slowly she gets to her knees and then stands up. She swaggers to her own car to push her hair back to some form of style and pins it back up, she lights a smoke and glares over at Patty.
Patty raises a eyebrow and smiles as she hisses, “well honey you wanna hand over the keys now or you wanna go on?”. Betty scoffs, “oh please honey you think cause you got me in a hairpull spat you take whats mine? You obviously only deal with weak bitches, i am not giving you an inch till i am left on this ground milked and beaten fully, till then your getting a fight “.
Patty looks her rival over, she would love to taunt her , but she knows she was inches from being the one tossed to the ground and pounced on, “well ok lets fight whats next?”.
Both women catch their breath for those watching Betty is in trouble, and Patty is looking strong, for the fighters this is the start of a bigger fight coming and they know it. Betty finishes a second smoke and flicks it aside, Patty does the same , they both arch from the car fenders again and come to the center circle.
They glare , nipples tenting bras and tops, both are ready for a fight, and now they have a taste what the other brings in her ruthlessness . Patty inhales “well whats it gonna be ..honey”?.
Betty, her eyes locked on Patty. She slowly steps toward the center, a hand on her hip when she stops, “cmon out here honey, we can discuss the next move”.
Patti steps out to meet her rival , she stops within inches of Betty, they stare silently, but the tensions were high. Everyone watching does so in silence, but the obvious was about to take place.
Betty feels every other set of eyes on her, it is for her to defend her area or walk away. Walking away meant only one thing for Betty leaving for good. Betty wasn’t accepting that option, so it goes back to her standing facing the only woman left for now ready to try and take it from her.
With one loss already to this new threat, it falls on Betty to decide whats way they go on. Betty stares at her rival, she then reaches to her blouse top and starts to unbutton it. Patty sees and it smirks and does the same thing, she softly says “you wanna titfight me honey your in for a fight”.
Betty removes her top and tosses it on her cars hood, she then starts to undo her bra, pulls it off and tosses her bra on the car as well. She looks back at Patty, “you want my bra? You gotta beat mine and come and take it, if you can”.
Patty removes her top and bra and tosses them on her car hood, she looks back at Betty, “you want mine? Try and take it, cause you can’t beat mine, so I’ll ask you again honey, you want this tit to tit? Or hands on fight?”.
Betty breathes in, “why not both if your woman enough”. Patty swallows, “thats fine with me, tit to tit for starters one gives then hands on agree?”. Betty inhales “oh i agree fully, you want loser milked now or after we really fight this out?”.
Patty breathes in, “oh lets save the stakes for the very end it will be more fitting , now we ready to go on?”. Betty brings her hands to her hair “ready”. Patty does the same “lets Fight”.
It felt like an hour but within a minute the two fighters arched their backs, their proud round breasts swell and lift out, aureolas swelled and thick nipples stiff. They inhale and then amid the silence of the dead end their fleshy globes come together.
A solid firm CLOP then a second and third and fourth, clop ring out. Both women grunt and then slowly they start to smear, and drag and prod their breasts against the others. There is a level of arousal mixed with the jealous dislike for another who could match their own.
As the pace picks up though still slow, the two women drag firmer, faster. They pump, press and smear with the desire to cause pain and the deep ache that will cause one oft hem to verbally surrender.
Both women prod, press, pump, drag, smear and push with their breasts to the opposing pair. Their perfect round veiny mass swells, against the will, defy the firmness the women worked to have. They slowly step about as this goes on and more and more they do those watching, start to encourage the two women to fight more and harder.
Now both Betty and Patty knew those watching wanted these two to use their breasts more, but deep down they wanted these two to finish what they consider petty fighting and see them catfight for what they want.
As Betty and Petty, continue to use their breasts they press together and Patty hisses to Betty, “after i crush your pathetic tits i am going to scratch your eyes out honey”. Betty breathes out as if her secret has been realized, “oh honey you say the word I’ll carve you to ribbons tooth and nail.”
Patty was considered a Queen, but so was Betty, and both knew to be thought of as that , they both saw their level of fighting that might hock most, but they had to claim their status and more they won.
Now as they stand in heels and tight jeans and topless, Betty once again tries to show why she earned what she has been running over. She starts to push, pump, and sway her round firm laden breasts into Patty’s.
The sound of flesh colliding and clopping and clapping , slapping loudly. Women watching the duel start to shout to the fighters, “get her Betty crush her tits”, cmon new bitch hurt that cow squash her tits”.
The two women didn’t need the encouragement, but they sure did use it mentally to get the fight more intense. Betty is slowly pressing to patty, her breasts abusing her rivals. Patty slowly against her will is retreating, she grunts and starts to pant and huff.
The afternoon sun is baking the women as they duel with their proud breasts, their feeling is more than winning fir the right, its about their breasts being firmer and stronger and better.
Betty slowly marches patty in reverse as she had in the previous fight, and as then Betty shoves Patty against her car. Then with Patty having no where to go, feels Betty start to get faster and faster rhythm as she drags her breasts across Patty’s side to side pressing firmer and firmer each time.
Patty grunts and pants , the hot metal of her car bakes her bare back, she arches to ease that burn, but as she does her rivals breasts are firmly swapping, dragging , smearing and clopping her breasts side to side. Her breathing increases and her rival presses in, her rivals full firm round breasts crush against her own head on.
Everyone sees and the two fighters feel their breasts balloon out to every and any side they found room to bulge. Betty presses firmer head on, she grunts to her rival, “problems bitch hmm? My tits are gonna crush yours as they watch”.
Patty can undeniably feel why and how Betty is the queen here and held that spot. And knowing her rival just beat another less than ten days ago, has her nervous and jealous. But Betty as she pours on her advantage also knows the woman she is fighting has earned her own spot , and in doing so had to be the best to claim that title, as such she will use any advantage to win against this rival, especially in front of those she already beat.
Patty is panting heavily, her rival is all over her and with the heat, added a whole new level of fight. Sweat making their breasts and bodies glisten, it starts to let their breasts slide , but as things heat up as their breasts wrestle between them. Their skin gets tacky and starts to stick , the once smooth smearing now acts like peeling as they struggle.
But Betty is gaining on he rival, and after losing to her in a hair fight, she wants this win, more to prove her tits are better than just to have the win. Patty tries to stay upright as she slides along the cars side hoping to get free of it and fight back.
But as Betty stays on her , they reach the fender and Betty crushes head on into Patty. She forces Patty to arch then bend backward over it. Her bare back burning against the hot metal, Betty drops her hands and pins them to Patty’s shoulders, then side to side uses her breasts to swipe, slap and drag her rivals breasts across her chest freely.
Patty was in trouble and she knew it, her rivals body weight had her locked in place, and her equally thick firm breasts were starting to batter hers about her chest, stretching the muscles and tendons while loosening them.
Their combined weight had Patty’s breasts spreading out and slowly being crushed to her body, in a desperate gasp, “ughh mmff mff get off me you fucking cow”. Betty just sneers “give and I’ll let you up bitch or take it till you cant”.
The women watching were cheering for a better fight from Patty but it was slowly looking like what they knew, Betty was a Queen here cause she could fight like a Bitch. As Betty keeps up her assault on Patty, she must have been getting tired herself cause she made a slight mistake .
Maybe it was just feeling over confident, whatever it was as Betty was hurting her rival, she paused as if to relish her seemingly easy victory. That’s when Petty struck back, hurting but not out yet, when Patty felt the ease up on her breasts she didn’t wait. Instead Patty arched up and threw her arms around Betty, instantly her firm breasts crushed against Betty’s.
There was a brief struggle as Betty tried to squirm and force her rivals arms from around her. But with her grip tight and hugging tighter Betty was forced to spin and stagger from the car with Patty. Unable to get Patty off her or break the hug, Betty could only do one thing, she wrapped her arms around Patty and the two Queens engaged in a mutual hug.
Sweating, panting, and their round breasts being crushed to the point they lost shape and bulged from every open area between the two women, looked ready to burst as they hugged tighter.
Both women start to grunt as the double body heat coupled with the sunny day bears down on them, add in the war they been in since the afternoon started and they both looked ready to fall, but neither was just going to give without making the other know she had a fight.
The cheers eased up as the women watching see these two queens locked in a stalemate, neither gains or gives enough to get more encouragement. The two Queens can be heard more clearly now, grunting, panting and the occasional taunt or trash talk they spit in each other’s ear.
They both understand no matter what is to follow this fight, it has to be finished the right way and fully. Or neither can claim her right as Queen here till it is decided tit to tit between them and them alone.
As the hug continues and they stagger about the street, both can been seen grinding her breasts to the others, hoping to make enough of an impact on her rival she can capitalize and force a submission from her.
But now with faces red and bodies glistening in sweat and hair matted down and wet. The two Queens strain and struggle as one. They bump off the cars and are guided back into the circle by the onlookers, occasionally hearing a “cmon Betty crush her tits”, or “Get her Patty your tits are better”.
But no matter how encouraging the added votes of confidence are, as they stagger away from them, both feel she is the one about to feel her body and breasts fail her. Their shoulders becoming redder in the hot sun, as first Betty then Patty pant, “cmon you bitch my tits are ruining yours give”, oh you would like that whore , to bad its my tits crushing yours , just give you cow”.
The seesawing hug goes on another 10 minutes or so, then as quick as it started it gets broken by the fighters. Both women let their arms spring open, they push from the other and their red breasts peel away from the others.
Welcoming the hot sunny air over the mutual body heat is like a fresh start to this war. As they both step side to side parallel to one another, eyes locked as they do, breasts heaving for air.
Each Queen caresses her breasts briefly then as if prearranged slowly their hands go back up into their own hair, and slowly they turn and square to each other. Chests heave but slowly again, then patty trying to seem stronger and more ready hisses to Betty, “put those tits up cow i wanna fight”.
Betty arches swelling her own breasts outward, “ohh i am so glad to hear it cow, cause i wanna keep fighting your tits”. Both glare as if they can not believe the other wants to go on, the titfight this far is going on 45 minutes and under the hot sun seems like 2 hours.
Finally as they start to hear the crowd get more vocal again, Betty and Patty slowly walk right into each other. The dead end goes dead quiet for a second then a loud fleshy CLOP rings out and so do the cheers for these two Queens to fight harder.
Instantly upon the collision of the Clop, both women are smearing, dragging, rubbing, grinding , clapping, clopping, and swiping their breasts in every direction they can think of with the desire to see or hear the other wince, or cry out and finish her off.
As the fight rages on to the one hour mark, both women are ready to drop. Their faces red again as are their breasts. Skin is clammy and red, faces starting to lose some contrast from the oppressive heat and the others body heat and power.
As it seems these two are headed for a draw, Patty suddenly lunges into Betty and with a defined side to side slapping and dragging combo, has Betty cringing and walking backwards to try and avoid the firm hard collisions and dragging stretching her breasts .
As she lets out a yelp and her eyes droop in pain and exhaustion and fear, the crowd wanting a new queen suddenly roar out loud, “GET HER PATTY GO GET HER HURT HER TITS GO GO”.
Patty feeds on those cheers and manages a sick sneer as she can taste her victory is near, she growls to Betty, “stop running from my tits cxnt and fight them or give”.
Betty is stunned and feeling the new attack, she grimaces and gasps, ‘’, uughhh uhhh mmmfff mmfff mfff ohhh you bitch my tits ohh owww cxnt get off my tits”. Those who want Betty to remain the Queen here, “cmon Betty fight her back, your better than her get her, get in there hurt that whores tits”.
Betty swallows as if she was going to reply to the demands to fight back, but she just needed the air to go on. The fleshy contact is louder and becoming more constant and Betty is being chased about the small circle of fight area, being begged to stand still and fight like a woman.
Finally everyone sees it, Bettys knees buckle once then again, her head rolls back as she gulps for air. To all watching its all but over for the busty queen, a few of those who wanted her to win actually turn to leave as they are sure this fights over for her.
Those who want to see it to the end, get a shock when Betty lets Patty step in tight to drop her heavy tits on her own, thats when Betty launches her body upright .
The SMACK!!!!! Was so perfectly landed and sharp it sounded like she used her hands to deliver it. Patty was stopped in her tracks and her body stiffened into an upward arch, her breasts thrown up at her own chin .
Her head snapped back as her mouth dropped open and saliva spewed from it as she screamed out, “AWWWWW MY FUCKING TITS YOU BITCH “!!!!.
Betty with what little she had herself , drove up and started to pump freely up and into Patty’s undersides both stretching Patty’s tits up and pounding the undersides and glands freely.
Patty made an attempt to retreat, and as she did her ass once again slapped against a car door this time , which made her stay upright and take the constant abuse Betty was delivering with no abandon at all, she growls , in Patty’s face close as she can get, “problems Bitch hmm?, wanna keep fighting me and my tits hmm?, cmon cow i wanna fight get your tits into it make them fight back cmon, i said CMON BITCH!!”.
Patty with mouth agape shook her head no, her eyes both watering with sweat and tears run down her cheeks. Her lips quiver as her face goes pale and finally her own knees buckle and as she slowly starts to slide down the side of the car, Betty never eases up and inch and forces Patty’s tits to lift and stretch out and up , becoming elongated and finally hurting her chest beyond come back.
Patty screeches out one last time, “OWWWWW YOU BITCH MY TITS STOP!!, I GIVE I GIVE !!!’.
Betty holding her superior stance smiles “say it again bitch”. Patty nods “OK OK I GIVE I GIVE YOU WIN LET GO”. Betty knows they all heard it, she pulls away as if yanked off her rival, as she does Patty drops on her knees and then all fours .
Her red and now swollen injured breasts hang and sway in pain, as she drips tears. Betty shimmies her tits for all with hands over head smiling then struts to her rival. She grabs Patty by her hair and pulls as if walking a pet to the middle of the street.
Patty is pleading for to not do it but she knows full well there will be no mercy between the two Queens. Betty struts to Patty’s side as she is on all 4’s and swings her strong thigh over Patty’s back. She then plops her ass on the small of her rivals back and sets her own red swollen tits on Patty’s bare sweaty back.
Her hands reach under and slap against the swollen ballots globes hanging loosely, her fingers sink into the he firm bruised red fleshy meat, and squeeze deeply. Patty winces and moans out “uuughhh ohh my tits”.
Then Betty smiles evilly as she starts the milking motion tugging on her rivals battered tits hard and firm and with jealous hate. She hisses at Patty’s ear, “still wanna fight for my turf bitch hmm , cmon say yes i so wanna use my tits more”.
But Patty as she weeps shakes her head no and pleads for Betty to stop milking her tits, though she knows it won’t happen.
Finally after over 5 minutes of twisting yanking and squeezing abuse Patty is drained and hurt bad, she gets pushed over onto her bare back in the street and Betty straddles her , looking down over her once again superior tits.
Betty snarls a smile then lowers her proud tits on to Patty’s face and pulls her arms and elbows in bulging them as she forces patty into a smothering and worshipping of her tits, she looks at the women watching smiles and winks as Patty is tapping her arms to please stop.
Finally content, Betty stands up grabs both bras and smiling leans on her own car, she watches patty hurt and swollen and sore stand like a new born doe. Then finally cradles her hurt tits and pushes her wet matted hair back, she looks to Betty, “Bitch”.
Betty arches off her car, swaggers over to Patty, “did you say something cxnt?”. Then slams her fist into Patty’s eye. Patty bounces off her own car and hits the street again holding her face.
Betty steps closer grabs Patty by the hair in her fist and pulls up, “say it again cxnt cmon”. Patty shakes her head no and begs Betty to stop. Betty shakes her rivals head by the hair violently then knocks it off the car door hard.
Betty stands up tall turns and swaggers to her car, she gets in and turns up the air conditioner , she looks to her friends and says “get this whore off my streets and out of my area”. She looks to Patty “i see you around here again whore, I’ll carve your tits off got it”?. Patty nods and wipes her tears as she is helped into her car and takes off.
Betty drives to her house, showers and dries off, she sets ice and then warm compresses on her tits as she sits up in bed. Minutes later her phone rings, “Hello? Yes this is she , oh really i see well honey if you like my area so much why don’t you and i plan a get together , you will have to wait till i am healed up more but i would love to fight you”.
Betty smiling hangs up her phone and switches back to ice as she moans “ohh its tough being the Queen”.
The End
