Burger Queens 2
Short Story by J. Coleman
It had now been several months since Tami and Jamie tangled in the Burger Queen's parking lot yet people still talked about it, especially those who had been lucky enough to witness it.
Matt's life since the infamous catfight had been a roller coaster ride as he tried to juggle both girls while still maintain some level of sanity in an insane situation. Every time the two catty females came anywhere near each other, the claws instantly came out, so Matt spent a good part of his life looking over his shoulder whenever he was with either girl.
Matt was at the Burger Queen one afternoon talking to Tami and several other people as he leaned against his car. He saw Jamie pull into the parking lot and he immediately tensed up, shaking his head in frustration.
Jamie saw Matt talking to Tami and quickly pulled her car into an open slot. Jumping out, she walked straight toward them. Tami caught sight of Jamie approaching and straightened up, leaning into Matt's hard upper body, pressing her heavy tits into his chest as she smiled and touched an index finger to his lips.
"You know we're not REALLY broken up," Tami cooed seductively. "Lose the slut and let's go somewhere . . . private. I've got on those black silk thong panties you like so much."
Seeing what was now transpiring, Jamie felt the anger and pure rage like she'd felt the first time they fought. Her heart sunk to the pit of her stomach, her pulse raced, and she could hear her heart pounding faster and faster. She had never wanted to physically harm anyone this bad, the unbridled fury coursing through her veins like adrenalin. The brown haired beauty fought to maintain her composure and control as she forced herself to casually approach Matt and Tami who didn't even acknowledge her arrival until she wrapped her arm around Matt to break the spell.
"Hi lover," she smiled. "Ready to go?"
"I, uh . . . yeah . . . sure," he stammered as Tami grabbed his other arm and clung to him. As the two girls exchanged angry glares, Matt suddenly felt like the duck in a carnival shooting gallery.
Without verbally acknowledging Tami, Jamie literally pulled Matt from the blonde's clutches and started walking toward her car. Hearing a laugh from Tami, Jamie froze in her tracks.
"Give me a minute," Jamie said quickly to Matt. "I need to have a word with your little bitch friend." With that, she spun around and headed toward Tami as Matt just looked on, wondering if they were actually going to go at it again.
With her high heels clicking loudly on the asphalt paved ground, Jamie got to within about two feet of Tami who stood facing her without fear and with a haughty look of supremacy and arrogance on her pretty face which infuriated Jamie all the more.
"You want to share what you find so funny?" Jamie demanded.
"You," Tami cooed with a calculated poise and a slight smirk that burned into the very core of Jamie's being like a phosphorus bullet. "And your petty jealousy."
"You've lost him, bitch, accept it," Jamie said with a grin of her own. "You broke up with him, now deal with it. And I suggest you watch your mouth around me because I don't have a lot of patience."
"Things change," Tami said thinly and evenly.
"Know this, bitch," Jamie said now in a threatening tone. "Matt is mine and if you have any cute ideas about trying to steal him, you better forget them right now."
"Maybe Matt is the one with the ideas," Tami said, twisting the knife in the open wound. "He never said you two were together."
"Well I AM telling you, so back off whore!" Jamie said in a louder voice now that caught the attention of a few other teens nearby who stopped to see what was going on.
"Fuck you, slut!" Tami hissed as her fists clenched and she moved a step closer to Jamie who took a step forward herself and planted her feet wide apart in a defiant stance.
A deluge of name-calling and threats began as the two well-built girls pressed their heavy tits together in a toe-to-toe, nose to nose standoff. A crowd of enthusiastic onlookers began to gather around them and the hushed murmurs of a catfight were already spreading like wildfire. People were running toward them as they heard the screaming, cursing, and name calling, everyone wanting a front row view if these two incredibly sexy teen goddesses started tearing off each other's clothes and rolling around on the ground like they had in their first fight. A rematch between two girls like Tami and Jamie would be an epic legend that would endure for years to come and anyone lucky enough for a front row seat would certainly be instantly vaulted to the top of their peer's hierarchy.
An unexpected intervention occurred, however, as a police car slowly pulled into the parking lot, quieting the crowd and getting both girls' attention.
"What's going on here?" the policeman asked as he pulled up near Matt's car.
"Nothing, officer," Matt smiled. "Just some friends hangin' out."
"Good, let's keep it that way," the cop said, taking a quick glance at Tami and Jamie before slowly moving off and leaving the parking lot.
"Are you going to Ray's party Friday night?" Jamie asked Matt quickly.
"Uh huh," Matt nodded, glancing at Tami.
"He's going with ME," Tami said, twisting the knife in the open wound.
"Well then, I guess I'll see you there," Jamie smiled.
"And I'll see YOU there," Tami warned in a threatening tone.
"Count on it, bitch," Jamie calmly replied, her eyes turning to meet Tami's in a brief but very intense exchange of threatening glares.
Word began to spread around town that Tami and Jamie were both going to Ray's party and that threats had already been issued. What had begun as a small party with a few football players and their dates, was now the hottest invitation in town. Everyone was scrambling to get invited to be on hand in case the two girls went at it.
When Matt and Tami arrived at Ray's that Friday night, there were probably already fifty or more people milling about the front yard, the house, and the backyard.
Tami was clad in a red silk cocktail dress with long black thigh-top stockings that had wide lace bands at the tops to hold them up without garters. Her stiletto heeled shoes were red patent leather with double ankle straps to hold the shoes on during even the most arduous fight which was why she chose them. She planned on finishing what was started in the parking lot and she intended to not just beat Jamie's ass, but to maim her to where no man would want her.
The huge living room was actually a room within a room. The very center of the room was a square sunken pit with three steps leading down to it. In the pit was a soft, plush, beige leather pit group style sofa that covered three of the four sides. A coffee table that usually sat in front of it had been removed so only a bare carpeted area remained between the opposing sides of the large sofa. The whole sunken area was probably twelve feet square and had wrought iron railings around three of the four sides. The fourth side, where the steps were, was open for people to walk down into the pit. Above the pit were mirrored ceiling tiles and recessed lighting that could be dimmed or brightened by a switch near the bar. Matt and Tami were sitting in this sunken area nursing drinks
Then Jamie made her grand entrance and jaws dropped. She was clad in a sexy gold cocktail dress and long stockings like Tami's, only beige in color. Her shoes, also ankle straps, had a single strap design instead of a double and were satiny gold in color. Her hair was done, makeup applied, she was drenched in perfume, and was adorned with necklaces, bracelets, and long dangling ear rings. Tami was livid as all eyes fell on Jamie and a crowd of people quickly gathered around her like she was royalty.
Jamie wasted no time finding Matt and Tami, slowly and sexually descending the several steps to the sunken area of the living room. The two girls immediately locked their eyes in a stare down with Tami arrogantly cocking her head to one side to act bored with the whole process.
"Red dress, black stockings?" Jamie laughed. "The latest in brothel attire for the upscale slut?"
"You're going down, whore," Tami snarled, standing up and cocking her hands arrogantly on her hips as Matt slowly backed up the three steps and took a place along the rail to get a good view of the carnage.
"We'll see about that, slut," Jamie fired right back, also assuming an arrogant, haughty posture.
The two antagonists exchanged catty barbs for several minutes to get fired up; touching on everything from family lineage to personal hygiene in their expletive-filled verbal exchange. Faces were soon flushed with anger and fists were bunched up and hanging at their sides. Erect nipples now stabbed at the delicate material of their dresses as they prepared to tear into each other. The eager crowd urged them to go at it, the men already encouraging them to strip and fight naked.
With her lips curled into a growling sneer, Tami charged at Jamie who was ready for the attack and they locked up instantly in a two-handed hair pulling struggle, jerking each other's heads from side to side. The crowd erupted into a cheer as the battle began now.
"You've . . . ungh . . . been asking . . . ungh . . . for this, bitch!" Tami grunted as she tore at her rival's long dark hair.
"I'm gonna . . . ungh . . . carve you up!" Jamie fired right back, grunting herself as she tugged and pulled at Tami's long, flowing blonde tresses.
Panting and grunting now as they jockeyed around the living room, their silk stockings hissed as legs rubbed together, their faces completely obscured by each one clutching and pulling two handfuls of the other's very long hair. Both girls' already very short dresses quickly rode up even higher as they struggled and wrestled around the room, each trying to maintain her balance perched precariously atop 5 inch stiletto heeled shoes.
"Tramp!" Tami screamed.
"Whore!" Jamie retaliated as they each jerked harder at the other's hair.
Matt watched in amazement with all the other spectators hanging over the wrought iron rails as the two sexy vixens fought like alley cats, hissing and screeching while trying to tear each other's hair out. Several inches of bare thighs were now visible above the tops of their stockings on both girls as their dresses continued to work higher and higher from the intense struggling. Still encased with their skimpy dresses, both girls’ breasts were now smashed flat against each other in a tight upper body press as they dug their stiletto heels into the carpet for balance and leverage.
Tami finally stumbled slightly when one of her tall heels turned inward and that was all Jamie needed to drive the blonde backwards and force her down onto the sofa. With both hands still deeply embedded in Tami's hair, Jamie began slamming the girl's head against the arm of the plush leather sofa.
"Ow ow ow!" Tami cried out. "You fucking SLUT!" With that, Tami pulled a hand from Jamie's hair and slid it between their bodies and up underneath the brunette's hiked up dress.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" Jamie screamed out in pain as Tami grabbed a fistful of thong panties and the thick pubic hair beneath. Closing her fist with the panties and pubic hair in her grasp, she pulled. "Oh . . . oh . . . you BITCH!" Jamie growled, releasing Tami's hair and pulling back.
Tami came flying up off the sofa, driving upwards and tackling the brunette solidly onto the floor and all hell broke loose the instant the two screeching wildcats hit the carpet. Dresses instantly rolled up around their waists, fully exposing their sheer panties, their long silk encased legs snaked together in a vice-like embrace from their ankles to their crotches.
They rolled between the opposing sections of sofa, each wildly clawing and slapping at the other. The two fighters slammed into the front of the sofa with Tami on top for the moment, viciously clawing at Jamie's face with one hand while pulling her hair with the other hand.
Jamie, on the bottom, had one hand wedged up under Tami's chin to force her upward and back while tearing at the blonde's thin red dress with her other hand. The sound of rubbing, hissing nylons was then drowned out by the loud sound of ripping fabric as Tami's sexy little red cocktail dress began to shred in Jamie's hand. Jamie was almost fighting blind now with most of Tami's long thick blonde hair hanging down right in her face from above as she wildly jerked her head from side to side to get a clearer view of her opponent.
"Unnnnggggghhhhhh!" Jamie finally grunted loudly with a hard arch of her back and pelvic thrust to dislodge her rival and roll her off to the side.
Tami fell off to the side away from the sofa, dragging Jamie with her, their legs still completely entwined. Their ultra sheer stockings hissed together angrily as their calves and thighs rubbed against each other, writhing on their sides now and facing each other in the small carpeted pit.
Going to work now intently on each other's sleazy little dresses, the sound of silk being ripped and shredded filled the living room. Long shards of red and gold silk now hung from both girls' bodies as they wriggled and squirmed around on the carpet, slowing and systematically stripping each other of their lone protective garment.
Breaking the long mutual leg lock now, the two savage fighters struggled to their knees with tattered shards of silk dangling from shoulders and breasts and no longer affording any coverage or protection from clawing fingernails that quickly sought out bare tit flesh.
"Eeeeeiiiiii!" both girls’ squealed almost simultaneously as long, sharp claws dug into already damaged breasts. Each keeping one hand entrenched in the other's long hair, they used their free hand to maul one another's tits; gouging, pulling, twisting, clawing, and pinching in a savage attempt to deface the other's prized pair even more.
Still on their knees, Tami's back was now to the sofa as the crowd lining that railing watched the blonde's taut, pert buttocks contract and flex as they struggled, the jet black seams of her long stockings drawing a perfect black line up the back of each calf. The struggling on their knees was now stretching and pulling the expensive silk stockings, causing them to begin to sag and wrinkle heavily behind the knees and at the ankles as runs began to snake up and down each girl's legs from the delicate silk rubbing and sliding across the carpet.
Finally breaking off the savage breast fighting, Jamie pressed both of her heavy tits into Tami's breasts, smashing all four mounds tightly together to where large round bulges of tit flesh was squirted out to each side of the two fighters as they grunted and struggled, reverting back to the two-handed hair pulling now. They wrestled and grappled in this position for a very long time with neither being able to gain any kind of advantage, each cursing and name-calling the entire time.
Keeping one hand constantly embedded in the other's long hair, the two fighters began throwing punches to each other's pretty faces. Small hard fists slammed into cheeks, mouths, noses, and eyes; doing significant damage to both girls. Each had blood coming from the noses and mouths and their cheeks were red and puffy from hard knuckles being slammed into them.
Struggling into a somewhat dominant position now and breaking off the slug fest, Tami managed to get a headlock on her brunette rival, snaking her left arm completely around Jamie's neck and then working around behind her. Jamie was now facing the center section of sofa with Tami behind her, her face completely covered by her own long dark hair.
Matt looked on in awe as the wiry brunette struggled furiously to break free, her heavy tits wildly bouncing up and down and swinging back and forth from side to side. She groped in desperation at Tami's hair with one hand while clawing at the blonde's forearm with the other to try to break the headlock.
"Ungh . . . ungh . . . ungh!" Jamie grunted as she struggled desperately, reaching around behind her lower back now to try to grab the blonde's panty-clad pubic hair or pussy to inflict enough pain to break the brutal hold.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Tami cried out in agony as Jamie's probing fingernails found their mark and dug into her cxnt, clawing viciously at the wet pink labia.
Tami instantly relinquished the headlock and pulled back, giving Jamie a hard two-handed shove in the back that sent the brunette sprawling into the sofa. Jamie's left breast hit the soft cushion and her right hit the less padded arm as she quickly pulled back and began to spin around to face Tami.
Tami didn't give the brunette the chance to recover, however, and grabbed her left ankle, pulling hard and dragging the screaming, writhing brunette down onto her back. Tami tried to fall atop her enemy but Jamie rolled the other way to avoid it with Tami still clinging to her ankle with both hands now.
Jamie kicked wildly with her free leg, slashing viciously at her foe with the dangerous, sharp, stiletto heeled shoe strapped to her foot. Tami caught the foot with one hand and now held each of Jamie's legs, spreading them wide apart in full view of the gallery of spectators. Trying to reposition herself to stab one of her own high heels into Jamie's crotch, Tami was pulled down by the power of the brunette's long legs. As Tami hit the floor on her right side, Jamie was able to pull her legs free but in doing so, Tami tore a gaping hole in Jamie's right stocking just above the ankle strap of her shoe, sending multiple runs racing up the leg on the light beige colored stocking.
Both girls were now panting hard and breathing heavily, each beginning to perspire from the wild battle and intense heat and humidity in the living room from so many people being packed into such a small area. Seeing an opening, Jamie quickly reached out and grabbed a handful of Tami's hair that fell across her chest, dragging the blonde forward enough to lash out with both nylon clad legs and trap her rival in a head scissors. Clamping down with her powerful silk encased thighs, Jamie locked her ankles together and slammed Tami hard to the carpet.
Tami immediately retaliated in kind, snaking her own nylon clad legs around Jamie's head in what was now a full blown 69 position. The two fierce she-cats instantly tore at one another's tiny thong panties, stretching and pulling the garments until they began to pop free and seams began to split. They began rolling back and forth, still locked in the full reverse head scissors as they slowly but efficiently complete shredded each other's fragile little panties, leaving them both now in just stockings and high heels.
With only their very sheer silk stockings left, they each began to tug and pull at the delicate nylons, black versus beige in a wild ripping frenzy now. Squealing, cursing, grunting, and panting, the two wildcats raked their long sharp claws up and down each other's thighs, tearing gaping holes in their sexy stockings as the silk material popped and ripped away in stringy shards.
The heinous clawing now escalated to buttocks and cxnts as they continued to wildly roll back and forth across the carpet between the sofa sections, hissing and screeching, biting and clawing, writhing and wriggling with everything they had for another good five minutes or more until both were literally bathed in sweat now and too slippery to hang onto.
The stunned crowd was now silent, taken aback somewhat by the unbridled savagery being displayed by the two girls. Most had seen cat fights before but no one had ever seen, or even imagined, carnage to this degree.
Both exhausted fighters were now naked save for their stiletto heels and the feet of their stockings still inside the shoes with a few strings of silk attached and clinging to their shiny, sweat covered legs.
Breaking off the savage 69 fight finally, they gingerly struggled to their knees and once again went back to the two-handed hair pulling, mixing in the occasional slap or punch. Their slippery, sweat soaked breasts now slid back and forth against each other as they struggled with hard nipples now stabbing into sore, tender breasts.
Tami then began throwing weak slaps at Jamie's face after pulling a hand from her opponent's hair. Jamie quickly retaliated and their face slapping soon escalated into two-handed face clawing as they fell back to the floor and snaked their slippery legs together once again.
The two vixens now slapped and clawed each other's faces while pulling hair and periodically grabbing or clawing a breast, each using everything in her bag of tricks to finish off her formidable rival. Both were exhausted now and doing little damage to each other yet neither would quit the fight and give the other the satisfaction of emerging with the victory so they fought on, mostly clinching now to conserve energy.
The clinches, while giving them respite, just made them sweat even more from the lengthy body to body contact until they were slipping and sliding like oil wrestlers and unable to grab anything but tangled, wet, matted hair that clung to their bare wet flesh.
"Give . . . up . . . ungh . . . bitch," Tami panted, her own breasts heaving up and down heavily with each labored breath.
"N . . . n . . . ungh . . . never!" Jamie stammered, grunting hard and loud as she dug her claws again into Tami's face.
"Aaaaagh!" Tami yelped. "cxnt!" Tami then somehow struggled on top and straddled the brunette in a schoolgirl pin, trapping both of the brunette's arms beneath her legs while sitting on her stomach.
Tami leaned forward and grabbed two handfuls of dark hair and slammed Jamie's head hard against the carpet with a thud; once, twice, and then a third time. Jamie wildly bucked and thrashed beneath the blonde, trying to buck her off. Tami's heavy tits bounced and jiggled wildly as her body was bucked up and done from Jamie's intense struggling. Their slippery flesh soon made it too hard to hang on and Tami slid off to the side, allowing Jamie to escape the dominant hold.
Jamie went after Tami in an all-out frenzy now; slapping, clawing, biting, and punching with everything she had as they tangled together in a heap of sweaty flesh, squirming and writhing in a ball on the carpet. No body parts were spared in the all-out offensive now as the two busty battlers mauled each other's nubile flesh from their heads to their feet, focusing mainly however, on their tits and pussies.
Wet, squirting sounds now mingled with their panting and grunting as their bodies wrestled about, locked in one tangled position after another with sweat dripping from their bodies, mixing with saliva and pussy juices from the intense battle.
Tami once again managed a dominant position by getting behind Jamie as they both laid on their sides. Throwing a leg over her rival, Tami got a headlock in place and began savagely mauling Jamie's breasts from behind while wedging a stiletto heeled shoe between the brunette's legs to hold her still.
Jamie struggled hard, squealing and grunting as she fought back with everything she had, brutally pulling Tami's long blonde hair while raking her claws across her adversary's bare, sweaty flesh. But she was running out of gas quickly and was in trouble now.
Sensing the end was near, Tami turned up the heat by reaching between Jamie's legs and attacking her cxnt with her left hand while continuing to squeeze off the brunette's air supply with the brutal headlock. Tami too was near exhaustion and she knew she'd have to finish her rival off quickly or have nothing left to give as her own sweaty breasts now stabbed hard into Jamie's back.
Desperate now to end the carnage, Tami rammed two fingers into Jamie's cxnt; crooking them inside and then quickly yanking them back out.
"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" the brunette screamed out in pure agony, wildly writhing as she grabbed at her own crotch with tears streaming down her face.
Tami wasted no time in rolling the stunned brunette onto her back and once again straddling her. Jamie had nothing left to give at that point and was limp, shaking her head now and begging Tami to stop.
"No . . . ungh . . . no . . . no . . . more," she pleaded, her tears smearing her pretty makeup as Tami straddled her slippery stomach, sliding back and forth with both arms raised in victory.
"Matt . . . is . . . is . . . MINE!" Tami panted with difficulty.
Jamie just weakly nodded, sobbing and cowering, still in pain from the vicious pussy attack.
"Say . . . it . . . whore!" Tami screamed but Jamie refused to utter the words.
Tami slid forward slightly, even sliding across Jamie's sweaty flesh until she was sitting on the brunette's heavy tits, crushing them against her sternum.
"Say . . it!" she repeated, issuing a slap to Jamie's face to emphasize that this was an order, not a request.
When Jamie didn't respond, Tami slid even further still under her pubic hairs were lightly brushing against Jamie's chin. Jamie began thrashing and twisting wildly, desperate to prevent the humiliation Tami was going to inflict on her. Jamie's thin dagger-like heels dug into the carpet for leverage as she tried to lift herself up to buck the blonde off but she didn't have the juice left to do it.
Tami then slid all the way into position and began rubbing her bare wet cxnt back and forth over Jamie's face, smearing the girl's bloody face with pussy juices and pubic hairs that mixed with the blood smears.
"Say . . . Matt . . . is . . . MINE!" Tami bellowed, stabbing one of her stiletto heels into Jamie's side between two ribs. "SAY . . . IT . . . BITCH!"
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Jamie screamed as the heel dug painfully into her bare flesh.
"Matt . . . is . . . is . . . yours!" Jamie finally conceded, just to get the torture to finally end.
"Bitch!" Tami sneered, sliding backwards and throwing a final punch to Jamie's face that sent blood and saliva flying onto the leather sofa.
Slowly struggling to get to her feet, Tami teetered and wobbled on her stiletto heels, barely able to stand in her state of total exhaustion. She called to Matt who came to her aid and steadied her, raising her arms in victory as the crowd applauded and cheered.
Jamie was quickly attended as Tami was escorted to another room to get cleaned up and checked over. While both girls were viciously mauled, neither required medical attention. It would be weeks before they'd be able to wear bras again, but other than that; their injuries were limited to scratches, bruises, bite marks, carpet burns, and split lips.
Tami claimed her sexual prize right there at the party in one of the bedrooms, wildly fucking Matt with the bedroom door left wide open. With Matt on his back, Tami rode him wildly, screaming and moaning at the top of her lungs. She wanted everyone to see them and hear them as she consummated her victory as a warning to any other tramp who might have ideas about trying to steal HER man.
The End
