Part 1 At the club
"Hey! Alan."
It took me a few moments looking round the crowded club before I saw who had called out to me. "Sorry Fiona, how are you" I said when I reached her table.
"I couldn't see you in the press."
"I was waving to you You're tall enough to see my arms. Perhaps something else -- or should I say someone else distracted you. I waved but did you see me?" she answered her own question, by shaking her head, smiled and went on." How are you?"
"Well thanks. And you know me by now. No one would distract me from you." I looked at her wistfully " I'm waiting to see Mike and Joe, we're planning a hunting trip but they wont be here for a while. I came early. I wanted something to eat I couldn't be bothered cooking tonight. Care to join me? What brings you here?"
"Like you, I'm waiting for friends."
"I was hoping you might say that you were waiting for me to show up. You know I come here a lot." I smiled at this hot sexy clever girl. Once again I thought its so unfair. "Girls are supposed to want romance, to want a relationship and here I am, I've offered all that - even marriage to Fiona and all she wants is casual sex. Its not even as if she has a real boyfriend- well not that I know anyway" But I had thought that so often over the last few months. I've sent her flowers, chocolates, taken her to all the girly romantic places and things I could think of- and its done no good at all. All she wanted to do was fuck. And if it had been any other girl I would have been happy at that. But this was Fiona. It hurt.
"No Alan," she giggled. " But yeah I'd love to join you for a meal. Let's order from the bar. But let me buy you a drink first. Grab a table so we have somewhere to eat later"
We sat and talked after Fiona came back with the drinks. Then it was my turn to buy a round. When I came back to our table there was a woman standing next to Fiona. Fiona was fuming as the woman said "so why don't you join us, are you thinking you re too good for us." I saw Fiona clenching and unclenching her fists behind her back as she looked at the woman.
I ran my eyes over the other woman. She was also blonde, a little shorter then Fiona's 5 ft 8 and perhaps a bit heavier. She was dressed in cheap finery, a lot of costume jewellery --cheap bangles and bracelets, her chin and nose both had a stud in them. She was certainly stacked, her tits just about popped out of the low cut t-shirt and her ass was really built. She was heavy where it mattered, her waist was fairly slim. All in all her build suited her slutty appearance.
I looked back at Fiona. There was no comparison between the two women. Fiona was tall slender stylish in her cream blouse and emerald green skirt. She looked exactly what she was- a successful business executive. The other girl looked like trailer trash which I was certain from her loud mouth and abrasive accent she was. Just as certainly she was giving Fiona a bad time. No way would Fiona want to lower herself by being with that sort of slut. I looked over at the intruder's friends. There were another three of them, all dressed cheaply, two had tats on their arms, all were now looking our way.
Fiona snapped. She stood up, glared at the woman and hissed "Look girl. I am waiting for my friends and I really don't want your loud-mouthed forced good humour. I do not want to have a drink with you and your friends. Now just let me enjoy my peace." She caught my eye and gestured, telling me she wanted to handle this on her own.
I licked my lips for I had seen her handle another woman before.
One night last year some of us, including Fiona and her geeky physics lecturer brother, were out at a club and this knockout redhead picked him up. She just about seduced him right there on the dance floor, grinding her cxnt to him, hands on his ass, and when he finally got up the nerve to ask for her phone number, the cxnt slapped him. I wanted to laugh when he told us, he looked so whimpish he is just so clueless about women-, but! Fiona was furious. She walked over to the redhead with me in tow and demanded that the cxnt apologise to her brother right then and there. The redhead whose name I found later was Laura refused; the two women traded insults, each feeding off the other, each getting more angry at each exchange.
Finally Fiona said "If you don't stand up I will drag your from your chair and then beat you up! And then make you apologise to Steven." I glanced at her, never had I seen her so fired up.
I turned toward Laura. She seemed to be sizing Fiona up; she was red in the face her breasts heaved. Then she stood up. "OK bitch I'll make you eat those words" With that she slapped Fiona's face hard.
Fiona responded by grabbing Laura's long red hair with one hand and with the other slapping her face several times. Laura was handicapped by her position- she couldn't go back because of the table and couldn't move to her left because there was a bench there. She thrust her body forward trying to push Fiona out of the way but had to endure several more slaps before she finally got a bit of manoeuvring space.
I remembered looking at the two women. Fiona's face was flushed, she had pinned her mane of blonde hair back to keep it out of her way and her hands were up ready to attack. Laura, already a little battered round the face, her blue top askew and exposing the top of her heaving creamy breasts was defiant.
She too wanted a fight. They both looked so hot.
Now that Laura had some room she darted in quickly seizing Fiona's hair in one hand and punched her chin with the other. Fiona's head snapped back, she groaned loudly, I am sure she was surprised at Laura's move. But she responded fiercely by ramming her knee in Laura's gut. I thought Laura would have been more hurt by that move but it didn't seem to faze her at all for she elbowed Fiona in the face. She was clearly trying to work Fiona's face hard.
Fiona was surprised again. She staggered back as far as she could with Laura still holding her hair. The two women traded punches for a few minutes. At first Laura wouldn't let go of Fiona's hair which meant she couldn't defend with one hand while attacking with the other. Fiona got a few blows in till Laura realised her mistake.
When Laura had let go of Fiona's hair the fistfight was a bit more even but I was sure Fiona had the edge, Laura had already taken some punishment. Laura must have realised this as well for she broke from the fight.
"Watch it the bitch is trying to kick you Fiona." But my warning was not needed. Fiona had seen the move and sidestepped. She closed on Laura, body slamming her and forcing her back against the wall of the booth she had broken away from a few minutes earlier.
Her back to the wall, Laura tore her nails into Fiona's back, slightly ripping her halterneck top. Fiona squealed more with anger then pain I think though blood seeped from the gashes Laura's nails had made. Fiona punched at Laura's sides and repeated the slam.
Laura almost folded. When Fiona dropped back, Laura stood there her body heaving, her mouth open as she sucked air in. She moved forward - slowly- punching Fiona hard on both cheeks. Even though she was tired Laura's punches had force and Fiona's head rocked back. She seemed to me to stagger slightly. Laura smirked and closed on her. But then Fiona slammed her knee up hard right into Laura's gut.
The blow hit well. Laura looked winded. Fiona followed her move with successive punches to Laura's face. Laura blocked some but she was bleeding from the nose and gasping for air. A minute later Fiona slammed her fist deep into Laura's belly.
Laura had taken all she could. She dropped to her knees.
Fiona grabbed her foe's red tresses. "Up on your feet slut!" Fiona hauled a sobbing Laura up and turned her round. Pinning Laura's arms behind her back she marched the redhead over to where Steven and our friends were sitting.
"Apologise to my brother!"
But Steven cut in. "You didn't need to do that Fiona. You went too far. Was I the excuse? You wanted a fight didn't you?" He smiled sadly. "I know you too well." He turned to Laura. "Its ok I guess. Come on, I've got an icepack and some cold presses and some gauze. Sit down and I will clean you up."
Fiona whispered to me "That my brother is so nice to her, is more humiliating for Laura. None of her friends came to help her. Here is the guy she tormented, made fun of and slapped, washing her wounds, bandaging them and getting her salves and anti septics. How do you think she feels?"
"Its true, you like fighting." I replied looking at her flushed, excited face. I squeezed her ass. "Come I'll buy you a drink."
"Give me a minute to freshen up."
It was of course much more then a minute; it always is when a woman says she is going to freshen up. But Fiona did look good when she came back. We had a drink. I was surprised when Fiona asked me if I wanted to dance, I thought she would have been too hurt to want to do much more then go home. But we did dance. All the time Fiona kept touching me. She started just brushing against me, while we stood sipping our drinks which I at first thought was accidental, there was a lot of people around. But she got bolder while we danced, sliding her hand inside my shirt, grinding her thighs against mine and kissing deeply. After a bracket of songs we made our way back to the table. I looked at Fiona, she was still flushed, her eyes almost unnaturally bright, her lovely bosom heaving.
"Hey where is Steven?" Fiona asked.
"Err he went over there" one of her friends pointed "with Laura and her friends."
Fiona's mouth dropped.
"Come on hun this is something we gotta see" I said taking Fiona by the hand and walking over.
When we got there we saw Steven and a rail thin girl talking animatedly. I recognised the girl as a friend of Laura's who had come over before to help her after the fight. Steven explained "Yvonne is doing math at college, she was finding it hard, I know some of her tutors, I'll help her out. And she is into cycling." Steven was a triathele, which I had always though a nerdy sport but it seemed he had found someone to talk to.
"Well Fiona, I think your fight made you a matchmaker." I said. Steven smiled a little nervously. Yvonne flushed. I continued "lets leave them they don't need us, come lets have another dance."
This time Fiona danced even closer to me, her movements sexually charged. She nibbled my ear and whispered "take me home Alan. Steven can have our car." She held onto me tightly her arm round my waist as we fount her brother still talking with Yvonne. They had got much closer now, Yvonne's head resting on Steven's shoulder. Fiona spoke to her brother and we left.
When we got to the walkup Fiona shared with her brother she invited me in. She was hot. We fucked in the corridor, before we were undressed, she gave me a blow job in the kitchen then I returned the favour licking her till she moaned while she waited for coffee to brew. I lost count of the number of times we had sex that night and the next day. She was one hot babe. I was so glad she had fought. I had wanted to get in her pants for ages. I know it was the fight that did it for me that night.
One of the oddest things though was that a few months later Steven and Yvonne got engaged. I don't understand it. I laughed when I heard it. Fiona was so furious with me when I did she slapped my face and began laying into me with her fists. She gave me a black eye. But even that was ok as within a few moments I had her hands behind her back, she was bent over my kitchen table and I slapped her ass till she screamed. I fucked her from behind while she clung to the table. A fight really makes Fiona hot.
No, the engagement wasn't the oddest thing. The more I had seen of Fiona the more I liked her. She wasn't just a hot fighter, she wasn't just hot in bed, she was clever, she showed me music and film and art wasn't just for wimps. And that was useful for work too, I was able to impress clients with tickets to concerts and by taking them to art shows. I broke the barrier to become a senior associate after I met some of the senior partners in the crush bar at the symphony concert. It sure helped I had Fiona with me that evening. She was so impressive.
The oddest thing was that Fiona didn't want to move in with me, I even said the "M" word. All Fiona did was smile and say "Alan you're great in bed, you're a fun guy but I could never trust you as a partner. And as for marriage, you don't know the meaning of commitment."
My chain of memories was broken by Fiona standing up and saying to the girl who had invited her to join her group "Now I have had enough of you. Get lost You are rude, ignorant and what's worse you're sober. If you were drunk then there might be a reason for your actions, not an excuse of course nothing excuses manners like yours but at least there'd be some hope you were not like this all the time". Clearly the argument had got worse while I had been thinking of the nights last winter.
The girl looked at Fiona. "So you think you're too good for us. Well you're a rich snob bitch." With that she threw the contents of her glass in Fiona's face following that by yanking Fiona's hair with her other hand. Putting her glass down she slapped Fiona's face several times before Fiona had wiped her eyes and got her vision back.
"Way to go Cassie" yelled one of her friends, a girl whose tight black top showed she was wearing no bra and left much of her midriff exposed. Even I had to admit she looked hot.
Cassie continued her onslaught; she slammed Fiona's head hard into the side of a booth. Fiona was stunned and fell back groaning. Cassie grabbed at Fiona's blouse. She was about to rip it when Fiona got back in the fight with a knee raised to Cassie's belly. It was Cassie's turn to groan as the air whooshed out of her lungs. She dropped back. The two girls traded blows for a few minutes with neither of them seeming to get the advantage. In truth that meant Fiona was winning for she had overcome Cassie's surprise attack.
Perhaps sensing that Cassie broke off stepped back and charged at Fiona. But my girl sidestepped raising her knee and letting Cassie impale herself on it. Cassie staggered forward bent double. Fiona was now well in control. The fight continued for a few more minutes but Cassie was clearly losing.
Fiona clinched her win by clapping her hands over Cassie's ears and before the stunned girl recovered, by seizing her hair and slamming her head into Fiona's upturned knee. Cassie cried and gave in her face bleeding freely. Fiona reached out grasping Cassie's top with both hands. She tore it wide open down almost to Cassie's naval.
"This is for trying to do this to me, bitch."
She pulled on the top. Cassie had to follow or her top would have been ripped in two. Fiona grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her head down.
"No" squealed Cassie, she knew what was coming.
So did I.
"Oh yes" smirked Fiona pushing Cassie's head down till she banged it against the table. Slap, slap, slap went Fiona's other hand on Cassie's ass.
Cassie squirmed and squealed, begging Fiona to stop but Fiona continued till she had slapped each of Cassie's ass cheeks ten times. "Don't mess with me again"
A beet red Cassie clutching her ripped shirt slunk back to the corner table where her friends were sitting.
I offered Fiona another drink but she told me she had to go and freshen up. I watched the scene a bit. Then Fiona came back with some girls. "Alan these are my friends, we were going to see the concert here." She pecked me on the cheek and left with her friends. I finished my drink and waited a while for my friends to turn up.
When Mike and Joe arrived we sat in the main bar planning our trip. The club started broadcasting an ice hockey match, annoying but the volume was low so we were able to keep talking. But we were interrupted by a chubby young brunette at a nearby table raucously cheering the match. She was one of the group of trash that Cassie had come from. All of the others had left. I tried to ignore her till an Indian woman came and chatted with her. After a few moments the two got up. The chubby chick had some drink spilled down her top. She was lurching around. I thought she was drunk and turned back to Mike and Joe .
"Err Mike have we lost you?" He was staring at the two women.
"I've seen the brunette before"
"So?" I didn't care much, I glanced up to confirm my opinion that the brunette wasn't worth caring about. She was dressed in a mock leather jacket ad cotton t-shirt a denim skirt and mock leather boots "You've seen white trash before. Well duh! So have I. What's with this one."
"No, it's not that. I saw her lose a fight, then she got gangbanged."
"You begin to interest me. Do tell"
"It was at the beach a month or so ago. I was there with some other guys. Id' been windsurfing, checking out the babes, having a few drinks- the sort of thing I like to do most summer weekends.. We were just sitting checking out the scene. I heard two girls arguing loudly. I looked around there was that fat brunette chick we saw just then --her names Jenn Peccavi by the way- and a slim blonde with huge tits just about popping out of her string bikini standing just about tit to tit and glaring at each other. The guys and me got up and walked over to where the bitches were just as they started shoving each other back and forth. Peccavi won that exchange so the blonde tried to knee her in the groin. She failed and the brunette closed on her slapping her face hard. It seemed the fat slut was going to have an easy win cuz even though the blonde ripped her t-shirt open because she body slammed her and the blonde ended on her ass on the sand. Then I saw the brunette straddle the blonde and slap her face a few times."
Mike paused sipped his beer and continued "The blonde just managed to beat the fat bitch off by punching her repeatedly in the face. She split the brunettes lip. By this time the brunette's tits were all on display, the ripped t-shirt didn't do anything to hide them. The two girls got up and circled each other trading punches. For the first time I began to think the blonde might make a fight of it. She was lighter on her feet, moved faster and if her punches didn't have the same force as the fat babe's she landed a lot more. Then she made a mistake. Instead of punching the brunette into a heap she charged forward and the two women grappled each other. I could see this is just what the fat brunette wanted. She scraped her nails right down the blonde's back and then got her in a bear hug. All the blonde could do was rip the other slut's bottoms so they started to slide down.
"Peccavi had the fight as good as won when suddenly the blonde bit her hard."
"That was dirty" Joe remarked.
"You aint heard nothing yet." Mike took another swig of his beer before continuing. "The brunette dropped back. You could see she had a chunk out of her shoulder, it was bleeding freely. The blonde swung a few punches that really damaged the brunette chick- she couldn't take them in her gut - just too fat. Well you saw her just a few minutes ago, you saw that yourself. Any way she dropped back further. There was a bit of a lull. The bitches stood there glaring at each other the blonde topless now- her bikini top had come off in that last clinch, the brunette was naked she had lost the rest of her t-shirt somehow. God they looked hot. Each of them had hard nips. Both of them stroked their tits. They were turned on by fighting as much as we were by watching. I bet Wayne Foster $50 the brunette would cream the blonde- perhaps in more ways then one" Mike chuckled and continued. ".Wayne said she was tired and out of condition and too fat. We both thought the winner would want a victory fuck -- I thought Peccavi would want a gangbang. She was one hot slut."
"Well that might be- if you like trailer trash" I broke in. "To me that is all she is".
"Why do you keep on saying that Al?
"She's fat but more then that look at what she was wearing tonight. Looks like she bought it all in Walmart. And she's drunk. look how she lurched around. look at that top soaked with whatever she was drinking. But I'm interrupting. Go on Mike please."
"The brunette must have overheard Wayne and me talking for she glanced at us. I winked at her and she smiled back. Right then I was absolutely sure I was right, that she wanted a victory gang bang. And she seemed on the verge of victory too cuz she rushed at the blonde, seizing her right arm in both of her own hands and ran round in a circle forcing the blonde to follow her. For a fat chick the brunette really ran fast. I could see her panting for breath. Wayne was right, she was tiring fast. Then the brunette let the blonde go- the old crack of the whip trick. The blonde collapsed almost fell to the ground. The brunette was onto her in a flash knocking her the rest of the way punching her and once again I thought she had the fight won again."
"Once again you were wrong?" I couldn't help but get that jibe in. "I tell you she's trash."
"Yeah but trash can fight. " Joe broke into the conversation again. "Go on Mike tell us what happened."
"The blonde wormed her way out from under the brunette and got to her feet. It was then, looking back now, that the fight went pear shape for the fat bitch. She looked exhausted. After all this had been going on for nearly twenty minutes. She feinted to her left and charged the blonde on her right. But the blonde wasn't fooled and kneed the brunette in the belly. The big bitch sank to the sand. She got up again and the two sluts stood there a few feet apart each trying to recover, each waiting for the other to move.
"Finally it seemed the big brunette couldn't wait any more. She pushed in, swung the blonde round and charged. The two sluts crashed to the sand. The brunette got on top and straddled the blonde. I was sure she had it won then-after all this was the third time she had got the blonde on her back on the sand. But once again she couldn't get the winning move. The blonde responded to her slaps with hard well-aimed punches forcing the fat tired bitch off her. They both tried to stand but the blonde was much faster. She kneed the brunette under the chin. The worn out fat whore collapsed on her back on the sand. The blonde stamped on her gut. The brunette screamed in pain. The blonde straddled her. The blonde bounced up and down on the fat slut's belly.
"Suddenly the fight was over. The fat brunette cried and gave in. But the fun was really only just beginning. The blonde took some pics of the defeated slut naked on the sand. Then she called for volunteers to throw the fat bitch in the surf to clean her up."
"And of course you volunteered. " I had to get that jibe in, after all Mike had been cheering for the brunette.
"Yeah . Well I had just lost $50 to Wayne . I wanted some fun. Four of us carried her down and tossed her in the water a few times. Next the blonde got us to carry the brunette up to the tables near the car park. She spanked her fat enemy's ass till it was beet red. You could see the fat chick was getting off on the humiliation. Then the blonde got us to stand the brunette slut up and she fingered her till the fat whore was moaning. Finally the blonde whored the slut out- saying we could gang bang her if we paid the blonde $300. We clubbed together, paid the blonde, took the skank up to the sand hills and had her. She was such a slut too. "
"So how do you know her name?" Joe was curious.
"One of the guys who gang banged her knew where she had her stuff. We went back there. He thought of going to the slut and offering her clothes or her keys and making her choose one or the other. In the end though we persuaded him that the bitch had had enough happen to her already. But it didn't stop us having a look through her gear. Funny thing was there was a book there called "The Inferno"- it was poetry It had all notes through it as if Peccavi had been studying it."
