Mark was a millionaire who could do whatever, whenever he wanted. He was rich, single, handsome, arrogant, self-centered, and basically an asshole.
Mark’s favorite hobby was to travel and visit strip clubs and get dancers to admit which coworker they would like to beat up, and then do everything he could to make that happen as private entertainment.
His favorite strip club was Devil’s Dolls. It was a semi-private club for mostly wealthy international business associates. There was an annual membership fee unless you were invited by the staff or one of the girls for an evening. Mark had an annual $25,000 Platinum membership. This included his own private, three-bedroom suit on the top floor of the 5-star hotel next door.
The dancers in this place were all incredible. There were strict measurement standards the dancers had to maintain to keep their jobs, and when the average nightly take-home was nearly $2,000, so these women worked hard to maintain those standards, but there still remained a high turn-over rate.
The women working Hell’s Dolls applied from all over the world. There was nearly a flavor for everyone among the 70 chosen dancers.
This evening, Mark was seated at the bar watching the girls dance in the massive mirror behind the bar. This way, he could see the dancers and the two bartenders at the same time.
Laura and Amy, the two bartenders, were just as attractive as the dancers, but were on to Mark’s game, and just served him his drinks as politely as they could. They both hated him. He had tried pitting them against each other several times before they caught on and created a strong friendship and alliance over it. He stopped when they finally confronted him.
Both girls wanted to warn the dancers about Mark, but he paid them each $5,000 a month to keep their mouths shut. And, so far, for the past year or so, they had.
Mark had a strategy, and the owners had not caught on yet. Mark focused only on dancers he had never seen before.
Tonight, “Sapphire” caught his eye. Sapphire was a 5’8”, Irish redhead. She had the most piercing green eyes, light freckles, and built like she was meant to be a stripper. She had an attitude. He liked that. He kept an eye on her for most of the evening to see if he could spot a moment of tension with another dancer.
And it finally happened. As Sapphire was finishing her second set of the night, she sauntered past “Destiny,” a beige-toned dancer from Estonia who had entered the stage. It was a brief, subtle exchange of looks that caught Mark’s attention.
Sapphire made her way around the club seeing if anyone wanted a private dance following her set. It was a slow night for the club, and the tables were mostly men discussing business with clients.
She made her to Mark.
“Would you like a private show?”
“Actually, no,” replied Mark.
Sapphire seemed genuinely disappointed.
“If you don’t mind,” continued Mark. “I would rather just buy you a drink and talk.”
“I would really like that,” said Sapphire.
Mark ordered two drinks and led Sapphire to a cozy booth facing the stage and not far from where Destiny was dancing.
They made small talk for several minutes. Sapphire sensed he had a genuine interest in her. It seemed to bother her whenever Destiny caught Mark’s eye.
“You seem to have a problem with the girl dancing right now, no?” asked Mark.
“I do,” said Sapphire. “We don’t get along. It’s the slow season and we have argued in the dressing room about some clients we wanted. She calls me Ginger Cookie and I call her the Rooskie,” she added with an embarrassed laugh.
“Do you think you could take her?” asked Mark.
“I have thought about smacking her across the face a few times,” Sapphire said while glancing up at Destiny. “It would probably be a helluva fight. I mean, we are all in basically the same shape. And, well, we’re strippers. It’s hard to find one who hasn’t been in a fight.”
Mark chuckled. “Have you ever been in a fight?”
“A few,” replied Sapphire as she started showing off some small, light scars on her tits, ribs and thighs - not very noticeable to someone not looking for them.
“Interesting,” replied Mark. “Did you win any? I think scars are kinda sexy, by the way.”
“I never gave up in a fight, and I’ll just leave it at that,” Sapphire replied with a smile. “I will say that I do enjoy dominating another woman. That’s a rush. Look, I have to get ready for my next set. More later?”
“Yes, more later,” Mark said as he handed her $1,000. “Thanks for joining me.”
“Ummm, I will definitely be back,” she said as she walked off to the dressing room. The way her ass cheeks had a slight bounce as she walked was an unexpected turn-on for Mark.
Mark took his drink back to the bar.
Destiny finished her set and didn’t even bother walking the room. She walked right to Mark.
“Buy me a drink?” Destiny asked with her best attempt at puppy dog eyes. Her Eastern European features were striking. Grayish blue eyes, her pin-straight blonde hair in a ponytail, she didn’t really pull off the puppy dog eyes.
“Sure,” replied Mark, who ordered two more drinks while receiving disapproving head shakes from the bartenders. Mark knew Destiny saw him hand a wad a cash to Sapphire.
They made their way to the same booth.
“Still smells like her cheap vag spray,” Destiny said as they sat down.
“Oh, you really don’t like her, huh?” asked Mark.
“Ginger Cookie likes trying to take my clients,” Destiny said. “Tonight, I take you.”
“You sure about that?” Mark questioned?
Destiny became a bit aggressive with her hands on Mark as she confirmed “yes, I take you.”
Sapphire’s name was then called to the stage. She shot daggers at Destiny as she made her approach.
Destiny cupped Mark’s package through his pants. Mark was starting to get excited.
“Would you fight her over me?” Mark asked.
“Based on your looks and body? ok. Give me money like you gave her money? Yes, definitely,” she replied.
“We’ll see,” said Mark as they both now could not take their eyes off of Sapphire who was giving - and showing - everything she had on that stage. It was enough to turn both of them on.
“Ok, watch my next set, I’m better,” whispered Destiny. Her pussy was starting to dampen. “I’m better.”
“Have you been in a fight bef…” Mark started to ask before actively looking for the scars he was able to spot. “Never mind.”
“Yes, and I will again,” she answered anyway. “For you.”
Just as she finished speaking, Sapphire crab-walked to the edge of the stage in front of Mark and Destiny, and humped her widely spread pussy at them. She ran a finger over her pierced clit, and flicked it like a bell before somersaulting to her feet and giving both the middle finger as she continued her routine.
Destiny leaned back in her seat, spread her legs and flicked her clit back at Sapphire.
Mark was now getting excited.
Destiny said she had to get ready for her next set. Mark made sure Sapphire saw him tip Destiny with an equally sizable wad of cash.
Sapphire finished her set and also didn’t bother walking the room. She walked right over and sat next to Mark who hadn’t bothered getting up.
“So, what’s up with you?” she asked. “You trying to figure out who you like better? I’ll fuck you crosseyed. She is no match.”
“No,” replied Mark. “I want to watch you fight her. You both seem eager to fight, and I want to watch.”
Mark then handed Sapphire his business card with the hotel suite room number on it.
“Come see me here when you finish up tonight,” he said. “Oh, cash prize for the winner.”
“How much?” Sapphire asked as she grabbed a breast and pinched a nipple at Mark.
“Ten thousand for the winner, two thousand for the loser… for her troubles,” he said.
Before she could respond, Destiny’s name was announced. She quickly took the stage in front of Mark and Sapphire, turned around and spread her ass and pussy at them, reaching up between her legs and running a finger down her ass and pussy while looking back at them. She then stood up, faced them, and shook an angry fist at Sapphire. Sapphire shot a middle finger in return as Destiny continued her routine.
“Ok, I’ll fight,” she said. “I’ll see you later.”
She then left the booth to walk the room. Her and Destiny traded several sour looks at each other.
Mark moved closer to the stage. Destiny hovered by him as she danced. He quickly leaned in and explained everything he told Sapphire, and slid her his business card along with a tip. She nodded in agreement.
He then paid his bar tab and left for the suite.
Mark’s suite had thick, white carpeting. The large, main seating area was sunk into the flooring by about three feet. There was no furniture in the seating area. This is where the action happens.
Each combatant had their own bedroom - to prepare, and maybe stay while they recovered.
Soon came a knock, and Mark opened the door for Sapphire who arrived wearing baggy sweats, which concealed her killer body.
Mark welcomed her in, and directed her to her room. There was very much a down-to-business vibe going on. She was told to stay in her room until given instructions.
Sapphire felt nervous but ready. Ten thousand is a nice pay day for a catfight. This would also hopefully end the tension she had with “the Rooskie.” Her heart raced a bit as she heard Destiny’s knock on the suite door.
Destiny entered her room knowing Sapphire was across the main room. She was ready for this. She was excited to fight “Ginger cookie.”
Static came over speakers in both bedrooms.
“Ok, ladies,” Mark’s voice announced. “Pour yourself a glass of champagne as I explain some things.”
The women obliged.
“This fight will start in thongs only,” he continued. “If you are able to remove your opponent’s thong, that’s an extra thousand dollars each. There are no rules for this fight. The fight is over when one of you quits. Your thong is in your nightstand drawer. Get ready.”
As the intercom clicked off, the TVs in the room came on. It was surveillance video from the locker room. It was a recording of their last argument over a client. In the video, both women are only in shorts, nose-to-nose, tit-to-tit and pushing at each other with their faces. The confrontation was quite intense, and more intense than either woman remembered. Each woman gave the other a light slap under a tit as they were pushed apart by security.
The video ended and both women felt more empowered to continue where that left off. That, and $10,000 was becoming a huge motivation to kick each other’s asses.
“Come out when ready,” Mark’s voice cracked over the intercom.
Two incredibly hot women exited their rooms at the same time. The thongs fit like dental floss and left nothing to the imagination. They eyed each other. They had both seen every ounce of each other naked before, so there were no surprises here. Just two incredibly fit, angry strippers ready to throw down for cash.
One thing was absent from the room - Mark. Both women were wondering where he was when suddenly his door opened and out walked this bombshell goddess of a naked woman. She was tall, buxom, golden tanned with crystal blue eyes, and long, wavy blonde hair.
Both strippers were in shock.
“You fight for me,” she said. “Mark is my husband and will be watching and recording this fight from our room with cameras in this room. You are my entertainment. My name is Sasha, and you can begin now.”
Sasha took a seat in a giant, soft leather loveseat at the edge of the sunken flooring, and spread her legs wide. She began fingering herself as she motioned the fighters to enter the pit.
Both strippers were now becoming aroused by their unexpected audience member, and now wanted to truly impress her as well as win.
Sapphire and Destiny entered the fighting area, circling each other. They were each considering their strategy when Destiny suddenly landed a hard slap to Sapphire’s tit.
Sapphire immediately charged and grabbed at Destiny’s thong, stretching it but unable to tear it. Destiny landed more slaps to Sapphire’s tits, sides and face.
Sapphire grabbed Destiny by the hair and punched her in the cheek. The fight just got serious.
Both strippers kicked out at each other. Punches thrown, knees connected with abdomens. Heavy rapid breathing began filling the air.
Sasha’s pussy was soaking the loveseat as she rubbed and fingered herself to the sight in front of her.
Both fighters were tightly coiled, standing and delivering painful pussy wedgies as they pulled hair and tugged hard on each other’s thongs. Both began growling in pain. They pushed apart, unable to break the thongs. Both pussies were exposed behind the loose material. The sight of which brought Sasha to her first orgasm.
Sasha’s reaction and wet pussy was starting to turn the fighters on. But the pain so far kept the fight going.
The two strippers circled each other and spoke for the first time since entering the room.
“Kicking your ass is more fun that I thought it would be, bitch,” said Destiny as stopped circling.
Sapphire also stood still. “I’m quite enjoying this myself,” she said. “I want more.”
“As do I,” Destiny grinned.
Sapphire spit at Destiny. A splat of clear, foamy saliva landed between her tits. Destiny returned the favor, her’s landing on Sapphire’s chin.
Sasha moaned with lust as the two stepped into each other, arms outstretched in a test of strength. Slamming their tits together as they tried to topple one another.
Sapphire wrapped a leg around Destiny, forcing both of them to the floor. Hands found hair as they punched and smacked as their naked, sweaty bodies rolled for dominant position.
Destiny landed on top as both women jammed hands in each other’s faces. She was clawing her way to a schoolgirl pin when Sapphire bucked her off.
Both women again stood up and separated.
“Break!” yelled Sasha with a loud hand clap.
Both women continued to circle, intent on continuing the fight.
“It’s a break!” demanded Sasha.
The women distanced themselves and sat on the edge of the sunken floor.
Sasha then called for Mark, who exited his bedroom naked with three drinks on a tray. He delivered a drink to each fighter and one to Sasha.
Sasha stroked Mark’s erect cock as he handed her a drink, and as the fighters sipped and watched. Sasha sucked the length of his cock into her throat, stroked him a few more times and then placed a hand on his abdomen and pushed him away back toward the bedroom.
Both fighters became aroused at what they just watched.
“A toast!” Sasha demanded as all three raised their glasses. “A toast to round 2!”
And with that all three women threw back their drinks.
Sasha then called again for Mark who exited the bedroom carrying two short whips.
Sapphire and Destiny immediately felt their heart rates increase.
Mark then stepped into “pit” as Sasha directed both women to meet and stand with Mark.
The fighters met body to body in front of Mark. They gave each other evil glares as they began to understand what Mark was doing. Mark took one opposite hand from each woman and bound them at the wrist. He then placed a whip in the other hands. Mark then squeezed the women tightly together and then slid his hard, throbbing cock between both of their pussies as he slid a finger down both of their asscracks.
Sapphire and Destiny felt wholly sexually aroused, and ready to enter this new round of combat.
Mark then slipped out from between the women as Sasha yelled “Fight!” Mark then quickly made his way back to the bedroom as Sasha mashed her hand against her swollen, wet pussy.
Sapphire and Destiny were ready to put on this show. They both circled and dragged their whips in a sexually powerful display. Neither were new to using whips, and it showed.
Destiny shot a middle finger at Sapphire as she cracked her whip in the air near her enemy. Sapphire returned the threat as Destiny quickly landed a sharp lash to Sapphire’s ass.
“Eeerrr!” Sapphire growled as she landed a lash to Destiny’s upper thighs.
“Uhhhhgg!” moaned Destiny as the pain registered.
Unintelligible groans and curses filled the air as both women took turns delivering painful lashes to reddening asscheeks and thighs, and they clumsily walked in circles around the sunken arena.
They began to get closer to each other to try and lessen the stinging impact the whips were having on their soft flesh.
Destiny decided to take advantage of the closeness, and landed a solid kick to Sapphire’s belly. Sapphire nearly doubled over in pain, but quickly lunged a knee into Destiny’s abdomen, causing her to lose her breath momentarily.
Both women hobbled in pain from the belly attacks for a few moments before tossing their whips and attempting to fight with only one free hand each.
The women flung themselves into each other with a meaty slap. Their bound hands vying for control to grab at hair as they punched at each other with their free hands. Both women were delivering powerful shots to each other’s faces and heads, and quickly tired.
They swayed against each other for a few seconds, resting, breathing heavy as they heard Sasha belt out a howl with a massive orgasm. Both fighters turned to see Sasha ramming a dildo in and out of her absolutely soaked pussy. Both women then immediately grabbed the other’s wet, sweaty vagina and tugged at the meaty, fleshy folds and stiffening clits.
Both fighters shrieked with pain and quickly gripped each other’s hands and resumed in a test of strength. Both had developed sneers and burning looks that could say only one woman was going home tonight.
And then the room started spinning, getting dark… vision fading… sound disappe….
Both women came to with Sasha and Mark slapping their faces.
They could feel wood under their sore, scarred asscheeks and thighs. They could not move their legs. They were so sore, and sitting so close to each other, face-to face. They couldn’t see each other, but could feel and smell each other’s breath in their faces. And holy shit were they aroused. They could feel a large, pulsing vibrator inside them. They could feel they were wearing heavy gloves.
Then the blindfolds came off.
Sapphire and Destiny were in a scissoring position, pressed pussy to pussy, belted together at their thighs, chained at their waists, sharing a high-speed vibrator.
Sasha and Mark made their way to a chair just a few feet away and she straddled him and began riding Mark’s dick hard while both looked on intensely at the conjoined fighters before them.
Sasha and Destiny looked down at their arms. They were each wearing heavy, arm-length gloves with metal talons as fingers.
Both women had immediate second thoughts. They were drugged, getting raped in a scissor position and it appeared being forced to claw each other to death. This wasn’t part of the deal.
Both women tried to struggle to free themselves only to immediately discover that any movement was incredibly sexually stimulating.
“I don’t like this,” protested Destiny. “I want out.”
“Me too,” Sapphire said with a sense of panic.
“Round three starts now!” yelled Sasha as she rubbed her clit and Mark’s shaft!
That’s when Mark flashed the gun.
“Fight, cxnts!” yelled Sasha. “Fight or die!”
Destiny backhanded Sapphire’s mouth as Sapphire dug her taloned fingers into Destiny’s tits.
Both women screamed in pain as clawing tits became the main objective. But each movement they made gave them intense feelings of reaching an orgasm.
The women ground their pussies together tightly as they decided to fight for survival. They began scratching and tearing at each other’s thighs, back, breasts and faces, screaming in agony while soaking each other in explosive vaginal orgasms.
Shrieks of pain and screams of orgasms completely devoured all other sounds….
And then the suite door came crashing in.
“FBI! Freeze!” was bellowed as 10 agents barreled into the room with weapons drawn.
“Gun!” and three shots were immediately fired at Mark and Sasha, killing both. Their naked, lifeless bodies slunk out of the chair and onto the floor.
The agents immediately began to rescue Destiny and Sapphire, who were in a bloody state of shock and despair. The agents weren’t sure of their survival as they were rushed to the ER.
The bartenders had alerted the FBI to Mark a few months ago. Whenever he came around the club, new dancers would disappear. The agents assigned to the case developed a strong enough case to pull their raid tonight, and just in time. They were able to piece together Mark and Sasha may have responsible for as many 14 missing women.
Destiny and Sapphire, real names Marta and Beth, did recover. It took both of them several months of surgery but both look nearly the same as before that night. Sapphire’s glass eye and Destiny’s restructured ear are hardly noticeable. Neither are dancing anymore. They co-authored a book about their experience that became one of the top-grossing movies the following year titled “The Scratching Post.”
