After that strange but wonderful night, Jasmine became obsessed with fighting other women. Because she was not built for fighting, I did remind her once or twice that CJ had her by the tits and might have won if I hadn't intervened. This just pissed her off. She did eventually win and it changed her.
I noticed when there was any type of confrontation, she didn't back down. She would act more aggressively. Most women usually just backed down as they are not natural fighters. Jasmine actually did have some brief drunken skirmishes, but always came out ok. Now that she knew a well-placed threat, slap, punch or even insult could end a conflict quickly, she was much more assertive.
It was exciting and she was hotter than ever. She worked out and gained about 5 pounds. Good genes I guess, because the only noticeable difference was toned, strong, thin arms and legs and a slightly bigger chest. Although her ass was still her best feature -combined with her still ridiculously thin waist, her boobs were now nearly C-cups. (though she still squeezed them into her 32b bras, she filled them out quite nicely) And she used them to assert her womanly-ness. When she wanted me, she always pressed them against me tightly. It worked every time. Her sensitive chest always worried me when it came to fighting. As I stated before, the fantasy was one thing, but I never got off on women getting hurt.
One night this loud-mouthed bitch named Crystal showed up at our local bar, I could smell trouble. Jasmine didn't go pushing people around, but she got the lion's share of attention and people gave her respect. She was hot and tough. Crystal was a sinewy-type of skinny redneck chic who you just knew could scrap. She bumped into Jasmine and instantly hater her. "Sorry" Jasmine allowed, it was crowded. "You better be, or I'll rip your pretty head off and shit down your neck!" laughed Crystal. I guess that was supposed to be funny, but Jasmine was not laughing.
Now for the first time, Jasmine was the bustier, more built girl in the fight and Crystal had a nondescript school-boy build. "Do you have a problem?" Jasmine replied. "You better run along Barbie, before I whoop you good." dismissed Crystal, looking away. Jasmine felt cocky and pressed the issue "you need to leave, before I..." Crystal smacked Jasmine in the face and knocked her into the bar. Jasmine has gotten over taking a little slap, she took it and swung at Cystal's mug of a face. "Fuckin trailer trash!" Smack! Crystal took the hard shot and quickly counter-punched Jasmine hard right to the chest, crushing her plump boob against her tiny ribcage. "Oooh" Jasmine gasped and grabbed her left boob with both hands. She stepped back away while Crystal raised her fist to strike again. "You need some more, Honey?" Jasmine shook her head and went to a booth to lick her wounds. "That's what I thought. Stay away from me if you don't wanna get your pretty little ass beat!"
It was over in one-punch, she hadn't lost since she backed down from CJ years ago, before she found her tough-chic identity. She was pissed, but didn't see how she could beat a nasty skank like Crystal. Her confidence was shaken. But the ego of a woman is an incredible thing. You think men are bad? We are, but I swear woman can be simply mental. Jasmine was plotting how she could get back at Crystal. The problem was, although Crystal was shorter and smaller, she was sturdy and looked like a mangy junkyard cat. You figured if you threw a shoe at her or kicked her off a fence, she'd be no worse for the wear. She wasn't overly hideous physically, but she dressed like shit and was completely unfeminine. Overall as a potential dating target, she rated somewhere between "hell-no" and "I wouldn't let her blow me." So, yeah. She was a mess.
Jasmine on the other hand, even with her new attitude and the extra strength, still seemed fragile by comparison, a picture of feminine hotness. Crystal was over there being all loud and laughing. Jasmine was fuming more and more. When she heard her yell something that she thought was directed at her she got up.
"Well Miss Little-Big Tits has come back for more!" Crystal taunted. The stupid, rednecky insult actually made sense. She was skinny, and though she didn't have huge jugs, they stood out on her thin frame. Jasmine still didn't have a plan. By now some of her friends had arrived, so Jasmine felt good about that, as Crystal was there with just one tired-looking dude that looked about like she did, they probably shared a double-wide with 6 or 7 other hicks in Manassass or maybe Hagerstown. Crystal didn't even fully face Jasmine, a sign of complete lack of respect. Jasmine grabbed her by the hair and slapped her in the side of her face. It was on. They traded blows and somehow, stayed on their feet through 4 or 5 punches and slaps each. People circled them now, their earlier altercation had gone largely unnoticed. No one thought to break it up, it was too much fun and not too one-sided. They got to the floor and Crystal's hard life was evident, she knew what to do. She got Jasmine in a scissors across her flat stomach and trapped one arm also. she reached into Jasmine's button-down shirt and jammed her hand into Jasmine's bra cup seizing her plump tit. Jasmine crazily wailed with her free arm slapping and punching Crystal as well as she could, but she was screwed. Crystal could tell Jasmine's sensitive rack was her weak spot. She knew a little more squeezing and twisting and the little bitch would submit.
Jasmine's shirt was now open and Crystal popped open her front-clasp bra and her boobs popped out as the thing barely fit. She slid onto Jasmine's stomach and grabbed her now bare tits. Jasmine grabbed her wrists futilely. "Ok bitch. We both know you're done." grinned Crystal as she now had Jasmine's womanhood in her rough hands. For good measure she applied her thumb and finger to each nipple. Jasmine's boobs generously filled her meaty mitts. Jasmine squealed and nodded her head in submission. "Ahhh, ok. Fuck!" She gasped as Crystal cruelly roughed up her soft orbs. "Noohh! Lemme go. Ahh my tits!" It all happened so quick, she was doing ok, then she wasn't. I started to intervene so Crystal released my beauty's rack and unceremoniously tore off her open bra, ripping the thin shoulder straps and taking it with her. "You don't get to keep this. Walking home bra-less will remind you to have some manners!"
