This is my first attempt at writing a story, so I based it on a fight I saw a few years ago. Let me know what you think.
I was out at the local country bar having a few beers with a couple buddies. The place was relatively empty seeing as it was Sunday night. After a little whiel, an acquaintance of ours showed up and joined us. For this story, we'll call her Jennifer. Jen was every cowboy's dream. A true cowgirl, standing 5'7, I would guess her to be about 125 lbs. Perfect 36d chest. She showed up whereing a tight white tank top, tight enough to easily make out the white lacy bra under it. She had on a denim miniskirt and black Tony Lamas. She had long flowing straight brown hair. Absolutely the best looking girl in the bar, not just tonight, but anynight. We were all sitting at the table, having a good time, drinking and dancing.
In walks "Bambi". Bambi is the stereotypical Barbie doll type, blonde hair, 36DDs, about 5'9, 130lbs. She was wearing a red button down blouse, black skirt, and red 3" pumps. She went straight to the bar and pulled up a stool.
After a few beers went down, Jen leans to me and mentions "that blonde keeps staring at us.". I tell her she's gotta look at something, and I am the only real cowboy in the bar. Jen chuckled and sink back in her chair, sipping her beer.
I glanced over at the bar a few tmes to see that Jen was right, this blonde did seem to be staring alot, but I couldn't tell if it was me or Jen that she was staring at. Jen got up and walked over to the bar, standing right next to Bambi as she ordered us some more beer. She turned to come back to our table, pauses to lean into Bambi and tells her, "if you don't quit staring at my boyfriend, I'll beat your ass."
Bambi immediately stood up and followed Jen back to the table. Jen took her seat unaware she was being followed. Bambi leans in, ensuring we both heard her, and tells Jen "I'm only looking at him because I know who he is, but I'd be happy to take this to the ladies room and settle this." I half joking said "if your gonna fight, take it out back so I can watch."
Jen shot me a wink, stood up, and without a word headed to the door. I wasted no time following her out. Somewhat surprisingly, neither did Bambi. We all walked around to the back of the bar, which was well hidden from view and surprisingly well lit.
Once there, the girls turned to face each other, standing inches about. The staredown seemingly took forever with an eerie silence. Bambi asks Jen, "you really wanna do this?" Jen barely gets out the word yes, and Bambi grabs Jen's neck and drives a knee into her belly with the skill of a muay thai fighter. Jen doubles over immediately clutching her belly. I saw the look of sheer panic in her eyes as she struggled for air. Bambi took a step back and unleached a vicious uppercut to Jen's right tit. Jen crumbles to her knees. Bambi straddles her and pushes her onto her right side. Bambi locked inoto Jen's body with her knees and was wrestling for control of Jen's arms. You could tell that knee hurt Jen bad as Bambi had a pretty easy time getting Jen's left arm trapped under her knee. Requiring a bit more effort, Bambi managed to wrap Jen's right arm around her own neck, using her left hand to hold Jen's wrist, completely trapping her head. Bambi unleashed a series of vicious right hooks to Jen's face and tits. Jen burst out crying, begging Bambi to stop. Bambi stood up, grabbing Jen's tanktop and bra, pulling em off as she stepped away. (that part was added for the guys). Bambi grabbed my buddy Joe's hand and walked away, leaving Jen balled up on the ground.
