BURGER QUEENS
Short Story by J. Coleman
Car horns sounded in unison as Matt powered his hot Nova into the lot, gunning the monster rat motor for the benefit of his peers as they milled about their muscle cars all lined up in a row. The parking lot of this particular fast food joint on any given saturday night looked like the cover of Hot Rod magazine with all the sleek, shiny rods backed into their parking spots, waiting for action like so many birds of prey poised for a kill.
Jamie Hunter had been seeing Matt now for about three months and had laid her claim to him in no uncertain terms to the many other girls who hung out, looking for a hot dick in a hot car. She was jealous, territorial, and not a person to trifle with since she was well built, athletic, and had fingernails like switchblades. Jamie stood five foot five and weighed one hundred twenty pounds and while her chest wasn't all that big, her shape was still desirable and alot of guys chased her, mainly because of her pretty face and gorgeous long blonde hair.
With Jamie's hand sitting high on his thigh, Matt carefully backed the shiny black Nova into a slot between a Camaro and a Firebird. The big engine rumbled to a stop as Jamie twisted the cap off another Miller and swilled several long drinks before passing the clear bottle to Matt.
Cars continued the endless parade in and out of the parking lot, some stopping to swap car talk, some just cruising through, looking for action. Matt and Jamie finished off their six pack and were getting ready to go for another when the white Trans Am pulled into the lot.
"Hey, it's Tammi." Matt said to one of his friends who was leaning in the window on the driver's side.
"What does that bitch want?" Jamie said, switching her glance between the brunette in the Trans Am and Matt who was staring intently at the car as it slowly made its way through the crowded lot.
"I dunno." Matt answered matter-of-factly, never taking his eyes off the car.
"Quit staring!" Jamie shouted, hitting him with a bunched fist on the upper arm.
"Hey!" Matt yelled, "Take it easy, will you."
"Yea, when you tear your eyes off the bimbo." Jamie spat back defiantly.
"Okay, okay." Matt said, finally looking away. "I'm not interested in her anymore anyway."
"Yea well she's still interested in you." Jamie added, remembering what she'd heard through the rumor mill about Tammi. Several people had overheard Tammi boasting at school about how she could get Matt back in a second if she wanted to, and that the flat chested tramp he was seeing now was no threat or competition at all. This talk, coupled with Matt's apparent interest had Jamie's shackles raised and her anger level dangerously high.
Tammi made another slow loop around the parking lot, going extra slow past Matt and Jamie, which heightened the anxiety Jamie was feeling and made Matt squirm in his seat, uncomfortable with the way his blonde girlfriend was staring at him. A parking spot opened up several slots down from their car and Tammi made a quick lap and backed into the slot with tires smoking, much to the delight of all present.
The guys immediately starting hanging all over the Trans Am, each hoping it would be their night to get lucky with the brunette who had a reputation for giving the best head at Marshall High School, along with being the best all around piece of ass in the area. And not only was she good, she was good looking as well. Tammi was five foot five and tipped the scales at around one hundred fifteen pounds, most of which was chest. Her thirty eight inch D cup bra size had gotten her the nickname "38 Special" around school and many lucky guys had found out that their were no socks or kleenex stuffed in her bra, they were real, meaty, and fleshy. Most eyes never got past looking at her chest, but if they had, they'd have seen gorgeous long shapely legs, tight rounded buttocks, and a pouty face with big brown eyes, long lashes, soft pink lips and silky dark brown shoulder length hair. She was a total knockout and that's exactly what Jamie was thinking about doing to her as she sat brooding in the black Nova, three cars away.
Matt kept sneaking peeks at Tammi when he thought Jamie wasn't watching but she still noticed it and also noticed that Tammi was making every effort to encourage him which was making her blood boil.
Then Tammi got out of her car and matters got tense real fast. With her admirers in tow, the sultry brunette walked toward the Nova. She was wearing a blue jean mini skirt that showed about three quarters of her shapely thighs, a white cotton halter top that left her midriff bare, and white high heeled pumps with lace trimmed ankle socks. Her long dark brown hair was pulled around to one side in a pony tail and she sported long, dangly gold earrings.
"Hi Matt." Tammi said in a honeyed voice that brought a catlike sneer to Jamie's face. "Long time no see."
"You know how it is." Matt answered, knowing that Jamie was watching like a guard dog trained to attack without provocation.
"Yea," Tammi said in an even more seductive voice, "I know how it is . . . and . . . I know how it was."
Matt was speechless as Tammi ran her fingers along his arm that was resting on the open window, knowing that Jamie was going to explode at any second.
"Why don't you get lost bitch!" Jamie finally said, unable to keep quiet.
"Who's the big mouthed tramp?" Tammi asked Matt, showing no sign of concern at the blonde's welling anger.
"What did you say?" Jamie asked, leaning closer.
"I wasn't talking to you, slut." Tammi quickly replied in a calm yet haughty manner. "When I want to talk to you, I'll tug on your leash."
A few oohs were heard from the people standing nearby at that last comment and word quickly began spreading around the parking lot that a girl fight might be brewing between Jamie and 38 Special which brought a crowd of eager spectators.
Jamie threw open the car door and jumped out before Matt could stop her. She slammed the door with authority and stomped around the back of the car to the driver's side where Matt was now standing, having quickly jumped out to intervene.
Jamie had on a bright red tube top, faded blue jeans, and red high heels. Her blonde hair hung loosely, falling to nearly the middle of her back in delicate waves. A thin gold ankle bracelet adorned her right ankle and tiny gold earrings were partially visible through her golden hair.
More and more people began gathering around the car, all anxiously waiting for the hair pulling to start as Matt tried to keep Jamie from getting at Tammi by keeping the car door open as a barricade of sorts.
"Come on bitch!" Jamie yelled, "Tug on my leash! I'll scratch your fucking eyes out!"
"That's big talk for such a little tramp!" Tammi fired back, leaning toward her with her hands cocked on her hips. "I wonder how brave you'd be if that car door wasn't between us!"
Jamie made a quick move that caught Matt off guard for a second and just managed to reach over the top of the door far enough to land a light glancing slap to Tammi's cheek. Her long fingernails contacted Tammi's face just enough to make two red parallel scratch marks on her left cheek about an inch below the eye. Tammi's hand went immediately to her face to check for blood and found some.
The crowd was cheering now, urging them to fight. They were taunting Tammi for getting slapped, encouraging Jamie to hit her again, and cursing at Matt to get out of the way and let them at each other.
Tammi was livid. Throwing all caution to the wind she dove at the car door and actually tried to climb over it to get to the blonde who'd slapped her. Matt caught her, half suspended on the door as Jamie lunged at Tammi, grabbed her by the hair, and tried to pull her over the door.
Tammi quickly dug her talons into Jamie's blonde hair and with a hapless Matt pinned between them, they began ripping and pulling one another's hair with a vicious fury. Matt finally gave up and pulled asside, allowing the two to have their way. Each with two fistfuls of the other's hair, they struggled about between the cars, moving slowly toward the back of the Nova.
Tammi tried several times to hook one of her long legs behind Jamie's to trip the blonde but Jamie deftly avoided the take down move and retaliated with a hard right to Tammi's bare midsection. The hard blow sucked the air from the brunette's lungs and stunned her long enough for Jamie to wrest Tammi's hands from her hair, pull back, and throw a vicious slap to her opponent's face that left a full size red handprint on Tammi's pretty face.
Tammi quickly came back with a hard slap of her own that snapped Jamie's head to one side and followed it with a knee to the midsection that doubled the blonde over in pain. Before Jamie could recover, Tammi grabbed her by the hair and threw an uppercut with a bunched fist that caught the blonde on the forehead sending her reeling backwards into the left rear fender of the Nova. Jamie hit the car, bounced off and landed on the black asphalt parking lot on her side. Tammi, still with a handful of blonde hair that had been ripped out, threw down the hair and dove at her downed enemy with claws outstretched for the attack.
The crowd went crazy as their legs entwined and they began rolling over and over, each slapping and pulling the other's hair in what was now an all out catfight frenzy on the grass behind the cars. Tammi was giving the guys a good show as her little mini skirt got bunched up around her waist, exposing her pink lace trimmed bikini panties.
Then suddenly Tammi screamed as Jamie's long sharp fingernails dug into her face, bring several small trickles of blood. She grabbed Jamie's wrists and finally managed to pry the blonde's hands away but Jamie was not going to be denied as she savagely kept clawing and grabbing at the brunette's face and neck. Tammi slapped Jamie again and again but without effect as the blonde was consumed now with a wild blood lust.
Tammi maneuvered Jamie into a headlock and used her free hand to throw a quick barrage of punches into her opponent's body, striking her ribs, stomach and tits several times each. The hard blows and the pressure of the headlock took some of the fight out of the blonde for the moment, but she quickly regrouped and seeing a vast expanse of bare thigh flesh below, she brutally dug her long claws in Tammi's soft tender thighs bringing an even louder scream of pain from the brunette's lips.
Tammi instantly released the headlock and gingerly struggled to her hands and knees as did Jamie. The crowd kept urging them on as they glared at one another for a moment while catching their breath, both knowing that the fight was a long way from being over. Passers by and other customers at the establishment stopped and looked in disbelief, most murmuring that someone should call the police.
Then they lunged at one another again, each taking a fistful of the other's hair with one hand while starting to tear off each other's clothes with the other hand. They fell to the ground and their long legs entwined as they began to roll and writhe around on the grass, struggling dangerously close to the embankment that sloped down to a trickling stream about six feet below the level of the parking lot. The sound ripping fabric was barely audible over the girls' screaming and the cheering of the crowd as Tammi's lacy bra soon came into full view of the wild crowd of onlookers.
The fight was brutal and barbaric as the two sexy young high school girls battled tooth and nail with a wild ferocity that soon had them both fighting topless before the throng of horny guys who were already screaming for more skin.
Then the two girls rolled too close to the edge and still locked together, they tumbled down the back and hit the six inch deep water with a splash. They came apart as quickly as two fighting cats that had a bucket of water thrown on them and they both looked like drowned rats, each soaked from head to toe. Their bare breasts were shiny and wet and what remained of their clothes clung tenaciously to their skin as the sirens of the encroaching police cars were getting louder.
Tammi and Jamie then grabbed each other by the hair and with one hand wound tightly around the other's tresses, they began exchanging vicious slaps to their faces. Each blow snapped their pretty heads to the side, sending beads of water spewing from their hair. Then they got their legs tangled up and fell back into the water where they wrestled around for several seconds, each trying to slap and claw at the other as the three police cruisers squealed into the parking lot.
Tammi now had Jamie down on her back in the water trying to drown her with a choke hold as her huge wet titties dangled beneath her, jiggling and swaying and bouncing like two giant ripe melons ready to be plucked. Jamie dug her claws into those two big tits that brought a horrible scream from Jamie's bright red painted lips as the policemen slid down the bank to pull the two nearly naked wildcats apart to end the fight.
Even as they were being separated, the two girls kicked and clawed and grabbed at each others, hissing and spitting and cursing like two street hookers as the men in blue dragged them both back up the bank, covered them with wool blankets, and put them into two separate squad cars. With the sleazy, sexy side show over, the crowd quickly broke up and even though no clear winner had emerged, it was the general opinion that Jamie would have won from the titty mauling.
Everyone who knew either Tammi or Jamie said they'd bet a hundred bucks the two would finish the fight sooner or later, and that's exactly what they did about six months later. Who won, you ask? Sorry, the outcome is in Burger Queens - Part II.
THE END
