[Augur]

Best Friend's Sister: Kara's struggles, Part 15
By Goliadmike
(Spin-off of Jon Grey's Original Series)

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I woke up in a strange room a little disoriented as the morning sunlight began to creep into the room. It took a few moments before I remembered I was in Darla's room. I started to roll over to face my girlfriend then felt a dull ache in my chest. "Fuck," I muttered to myself looking down at my bruised orbs. I rolled on over feeling my defeated jugs fall across my chest and rest against the mattress. Darla was sound asleep, so I massaged my boobs while I waited for her to wake up.

I was surprised how Darla treated me the previous night after my defeat. She was sympathetic. Darla massaged, licked, and kissed my aching tits doing her best to alleviate the pain. The hurt didn’t go away but she did make me horny and I rewarded her efforts by going down on her. Darla returned the favor.

The text message alert on my phone woke Darla from her slumber. I gave her a smile as I continued to rub my tits.

"Morning loser," Darla said affectionately then spied my bruised tits. "Oh shit, that bitch fucked your tits up!"

I pulled my hand away from my jugs as Darla reached to cup one of my beaten jugs. She gently cupped my beaten mammary marveling at the different shades of black and blue that covered them. Darla's touch felt soothing as she started kneading my boob.

My phone beeped the text alert again, so I rolled away from Darla to retrieve it from the nightstand. I read the message and then sighed. I rolled back over to let Darla read the message.

"Done with your apartment. Thanks. See you and those beaten udders at work. Smiley face." Darla read the message out loud then stuck her finger in her mouth making a gagging sound.

I rolled on my back to reply to Connie's message. As I typed in my response, Darla snuggled up beside me, lifted my tit from its resting place, and began to fondle my marked up boob.

"You’re welcome, but I can’t make it to work today. Someone fucked up my tits. Too bruised for cleavage." I typed then sent the message to Connie.

I continued to lay on my back while Darla played with my boobs. She began to kiss and lick them until I received another text message from Connie.

"I want to see. Send me a pic." Connie had texted.

After setting up the camera app on my phone, I held it up aiming the lens at my boobs. Darla held up my left boob while I pushed my right tit up using my right arm and then took the picture. I took three pics before I found the best angle that captured most of the bruises. I sent the sent the message to Connie without any comment.

"Let’s get out of here." Darla suggested.

I nodded and then we crawled out to bed to dress. While I was dressing, Connie sent me another text. She was gloating.

"Wow, (smiley face) I did fuck you up." I read the message to Darla's amusement. "Hey, I bet Katherine would love to work today. Give her a call."

I finished dressing then gave Katherine a call. She happily accepted. I was a relieved I suddenly had the whole Sunday to myself.
I spent Sunday nursing my wounds and studying. Monday was a blur with more projects to finish. On Tuesday morning, Connie gave me a call.

"Hey," I said into my phone.

"Hi E. How are those mashed up udders of yours." Connie said with a chuckle.

"Better," I answered. "With a little makeup, I’ll be able to work tomorrow."

"Cool," Connie said, "Well, you bruised mine up pretty good, but fortunately my bruises were on the side and underneath, so I could hide them."

I smiled with some satisfaction knowing that I had marked her rack.

"Hey are you doing anything this afternoon?" Connie asked.

I told her I had a study group after dinner, but nothing in the afternoon past three o’clock.

"Great," Connie said with excitement. "Let’s go shopping."

I was about to decline her offer until Connie spoke again.

"I need some new bras and well, Tiffany has an early Christmas present for you." Connie said with a laugh.

I guess she could tell by my silence that I was trying to think of an excuse to decline Connie's offer.

"C’mon Kara, you owe me." Connie said. "I’m playing my superior tits card here, bitch."

"Okay," I muttered.

"Great!" Connie squealed. "I’ll pick you up at your apartment."

I shook my head wondering what Connie and Tiffany might have planned for me. It was easy to put the conversation out of my mind that morning but after lunch and as my final class started, my mind began to wonder what they had in store for me. I don’t remember much of the lecture as my mind began playing different scenarios in my head. Good thing I recorded the class to take better notes later.

I had just chosen a v neck sweater and jeans to wear to the mall when Connie called saying she would be at my apartment in five minutes. After wiggling into my tight jeans, I pulled the sweater down over my bra covered tits. I had thought about wearing a sweatshirt for coverage, but thought they had earned the right to see my cleavage. I didn’t pick out my deepest v-neck but my top did show plenty of skin. Connie smiled as I let her into my apartment.

"Ready?" Connie asked.

I nodded then handed her a small jump drive that contained the edited recording of our fight. I didn’t have to tell Connie what was on the drive, judging by her beaming expression, she knew what was on it.

"Yes!" Connie exclaimed taking the drive from my hand and putting it in her jeans pocket.

"C’mon, Tiffany can’t wait to give you her present." Connie said thrusting her sweatshirt covered tits at me.

On the way to the mall, I had to hear all about Dan's birthday night after she kicked me out of my apartment. I was spared no detail about how she rode Dan's cock, or how he played with her boobs, or the head that she had given him. As Connie droned on, and on, I began looking forward to arriving at the mall just to end the conversation.

Finally, at the mall the conversation changed from her sex life to clothes and shoes. We talked about all the nice things we were able to buy since working at Hooters. I didn’t buy too many extravagant things but I did occasionally spring for a nice set of shoes. Connie had richer tastes than I did.

Before heading to the lingerie store where Tiffany worked, stopped at a few clothing stores just to browse. I was actually starting to enjoy the afternoon. Connie was treating me like a friend.

"Ready for your present?" Connie asked.

"Sure." I nodded.

Connie gave me a wink before we headed off to see Tiffany. The blonde’s wink drug up the apprehensive feelings I had earlier in the day. Judging by Connie's expression, I had a bad feeling about my present.

As Connie and I entered the lingerie store, I was impressed. There was a wide range of undergarments on display. Their stuff ran the gamut from sexy to cute to trashy and from expensive to cheap. I usually didn’t bother shopping for lingerie in a place like this. They seldom had stuff that would fit me.

We saw Tiffany doing something on a computer behind the checkout counter. She hadn’t seen us yet. Tiffany wore a tight button down top with enough of the buttons to show off her cleavage. She looked great.

As we approached her, Tiffany happened to look up and gave us a smile that turned into a smirk. Tiffany dropped what she was doing to step around the counter to greet us. She was wearing a pair of high heels and sexy hose with circular designs running up her legs. She was definitely advertising the store’s merchandise.

"Hi Tiff!" Connie excitedly greeted Tiffany.

"Hi." I nervously said.

"Hey girls." Tiffany welcomed us. "I hear you two had a big weekend…well one of you did."

Connie nodded as I rolled my eyes.

"When I asked him how his weekend went," Tiffany explained. "He turned red and wouldn’t look me in the eye he just had this big stupid grin on his face."

"Let’s go back to the dressing room." Tiffany suggested.

We followed as she ordered a girl folding some panties and placing them on a display table to watch the counter. The girl nodded then smiled broadly, as she eyed Connie
and me. I noticed the girl wore an outfit similar to the one Tiffany was wearing.

We entered a rectangle room actually it was more of a hallway. Several doors contained smaller changing rooms. At the back of the room, there were mirrors on the back wall and on both sides that ended at the final two doors on the sides. We continued to follow Tiffany back to the mirrors.

"Wait here." Tiffany commanded.

Connie and I waited in silence for Tiffany to return. I noticed Connie occasionally staring at my cleavage with a smirk. Soon, Tiffany came bustling back into the room carrying a plastic bag with a logo I didn’t recognize. A tall redhead followed Tiffany out of the storage room.

"This is Bonnie a friend and coworker." Tiffany introduced the tall redhead with piercing blue eyes to us.

I said "hi" as Connie merely nodded. I noticed the redhead was not as busty as Tiffany, Connie, or I. While not as bust as the three of us, Bonnie did show a nice bit of cleavage underneath her button down shirt. I figured she was probably a big B or maybe a C cupper. She was dressed similar to Tiffany with an understated skirt, high heels, and expensive looking hose. Once my assessment of Bonnie was over, I noticed the redhead gawking at Connie and my tits.

"Let’s see those floppers, Kara." Tiffany ordered.

Connie and Bonnie laughed.

Unceremoniously, I lifted the bottom of my sweater then pulled it over my head. After whipping off my bra, Tiffany, Bonnie, and Connie gasped at the bruises that were still present on my boobs. I threw my sweater and bra on a bench that was close by.

"Damn," Tiffany exclaimed as she continued to gape at my chest.

Connie laughed. Whether it was to keep from seeing her laugh at me or genuine horror at the condition of my boobs, Bonnie had her hand over my mouth.
Tiffany put the boxes down on the bench beside my clothes and then inspected my rack. She lifted them, pulled, and rubbed my boobs all over looking at all the bruises.

"Wow, Connie you really did a number on these things." Tiffany said genuinely impressed.

Connie beamed. Bonnie dropped her hand from her open mouth. I guess she was trying to figure out what Connie did to me.

"Yeah, she did," I agreed, "They don’t look as bad now. You should have seen them Sunday morning."

"You bitches should have sent me some pictures." Tiffany chided us and then gave my right nipple a bit of a pinch.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"I got something better than pictures." Connie added after she dug in her pocket to pull out the jump drive I loaned her.
Tiffany's face lit up.

"I’ll send you a copy." Connie offered. "Just don’t tell Dan."

Tiffany raised an eyebrow.

"He’s in it…he’s all in it." Connie laughed.

"What did you sick bitches do to my brother?" Tiffany laughed. "Oh, I definitely want it."

"You want to watch your brother in a homemade porno and you’re calling us sick?" Connie questioned with a giggle.
Bonnie laughed.

"I never said I wasn’t sick." Tiffany replied.

"Just promise you won’t kid him about it" Connie pleaded, "He’ll kill me and probably you."

Tiffany assured Connie she would keep it a secret.

"Cool, I’ll drop off a copy the next time I come to your house." Connie offered.
Tiffany smiled.

"Now, Kara, you need a bra fitting for those big weak heavy hanging udders and I have found the perfect one for you." Tiffany proudly announced.

Tiffany pulled a bra out of the bag and then waving it in front of my face. Connie and Bonnie clapped with glee as I tried to figure out what Tiffany was holding up. It didn’t look like a bra. Tiffany dropped her bag on the bench and then held the garment up with two hands. The thing was in the shape of a bra but that was about it. It was sheer and flimsy.

"Well put it on, Kara." Tiffany ordered after handing me the bra.

The bra was a one piece with no clasps or hooks. It looked like a sports bra only with sheer almost nylon like materiel. As soon as my fingers touched the material, it reaffirmed my first thought the bra was made out of nylon.

"Go on." Tiffany encouraged.

I pulled the bra over my head putting it on like a shirt. The material was very stretchy so I didn’t have much trouble pulling it over my rack. As soon as I let the material go, it molded itself around my boobs. I heard all the girls laugh as I looked down at my chest. I may as well not have been wearing anything. The bra offered no support and you could see right through it.

"Yes!" Connie exclaimed.

Tiffany looked pleased as Bonnie chuckled.

I lifted my boobs hoping I could readjust my boobs so the bra could support the weight of my breasts better, but it was no use. They fell back down on my chest with a bounce. I gave my boobs a shake and then watched as they sloshed across my chest. The only difference I could tell was that when I shook my boobs they rolled across my chest at the same time instead of independently.

"Cute, Tiffany," I huffed, "really cute."

"I’m glad you like it." Tiffany laughed. "You’re going to look great in your little Hooter girl outfit."

"Well, I’m not wearing this to work." I protested with a laugh of embarrassment.

"Yes you are." Connie corrected me. "You lost and you owe me."
I huffed.

"It’s the price of losing." Tiffany said to Bonnie.

The tall redhead laughed while nodding her head.

"If it makes you feel any better," Tiffany said, "If you had won, Connie would be wearing that instead of you."

"Whoopty fucking do." I said sarcastically.

Connie clapped as Tiffany and Bonnie laughed. While they had their fun at my expense, I shook my tits again watching them glide back and forth across my chest. I was already imagining what I might look like at work. My jugs would be bouncing and flopping everywhere.

"Bonnie, check to see if we have any other customers." Tiffany ordered.

"The coast is clear." Bonnie announced after peering into the store at the door to the changing room.

"Alright Kara, pull those things out and suck on them." Tiffany ordered while pointing at my tits.

As I pulled my boobs out of my bra, Bonnie walked back from the door to watch the show. I slowly brought my left boob up to my mouth and then gave my nipple a little lick before sticking in my mouth and sucking.

"Keep sucking till it gets hard and then do the other one." Tiffany commanded.

I did as Tiffany ordered. Connie laughed.

"I love watching her do that." Connie said with glee.

Tiffany nodded her approval as I eyed her while switching from my left jug to my right boob. Bonnie was now openly laughing at me and Connie beamed with pride. It didn’t take long to bring my right nipple to full attention. I dropped my right boob then waited for Tiffany's next command.

"Put them back in." Tiffany demanded.

I stuffed my boobs back into my new bra. I noted how easy it was to pull them out and stuff them back into the bra. That could be a plus, I guess.
Once my jugs were in cased in the nylon bra, I looked down. The material had molded itself around my nipples. The bra failed to hide my stiff nipples in fact I could barely any resistance from the material at all.

"Look on the bright side Kara," Tiffany suggested, "With your nipples sticking out like that, you won’t have to use your fingers to point."
Bonnie and Connie laughed out loud.

"Ha, ha," I scoffed. "Shit,"

I began to laugh with them as I played with my tits for their amusement.

"Think this will help my tips?" I asked and then gave my tits a hard shake.

"Maybe, but I know you’ll be a photo favorite." Connie surmised.

"Speaking of photos," Tiffany said, "Get your camera Kara."

"Hand it to Bonnie." Tiffany ordered.

Tiffany stood beside me after I handed my phone over to the redhead.

"I want in." Connie said as she took her place beside me on my right opposite of Tiffany.

The first photo bonnie took of us had Connie and Tiffany pointing at my see through bra. The next picture had them hefting my boobs showing them off for the camera. The last picture Connie and Tiffany pulled my boobs out of my bra and were giving a thumbs up sign while smiling.

"Let’s see, me, Connie, Jon, Dan, and oh, yeah, Darla." Tiffany said after taking the camera from Bonnie.

Tiffany sent the photos to all the people she named.

"Bitch," I said with a laugh.

Tiffany nodded while sticking her tongue out at me.

"Well, if your floppy udders could have beaten Connie this wouldn’t be happening now," Tiffany stated, "Would it."
I nodded.

"Kara you should have known you couldn’t beat these babies." Connie bragged while fondling her boobs.

I rolled my eyes.

"All you had to do was help me put on a show for Dan," Connie said, "But no, you had to run your mouth and now look at you."

Tiffany and Bonnie seemed to enjoy Connie taunting me. I decided to be a good sport and play along.

"You were right Connie I should have known not to put my weak useless udders up against your clearly better boobs." I offered.
Connie nodded with a laugh.

"You own my pathetic floppy tits." I conceded.

"Yeah, damn right I do." Connie gloated.

"Alright Kara, you can take the bra off," Tiffany said, "And everything else. I have another present for you."

"Great," I said with sarcasm and then began stripping for the trio.

I started with my new bra, kicked my shoes off, and then started wiggling out of my jeans. My pendulous jugs danced for Tiffany, Connie, and Bonnie as I lowered my jeans. After kicking my jeans toward the bench, I hooked my thumbs inside my boy shorts and then after pushing down to mid thigh I let gravity take over by just letting them fall to my feet. Like my jeans, I kicked my underwear over to the bench. I turned to face Tiffany once I was naked.

Bonnie carefully examined my body for the first time probably making mental notes of all my flaws or comparing what I had to her. Connie and Tiffany had already seen me naked multiple times but they didn’t pass up the chance to look me over. While they looked me over, I put my hands on my hips waiting for them to finish gawking at me.

"Still working out?" Tiffany asked.

I nodded.

"I can tell," Tiffany complimented me. "You’re firming up nicely."

I smiled.

"Too bad it’s not helping your tits," Tiffany chided.

I rolled my eyes with a huff as Connie and Bonnie laughed.

"I thought this outfit would suit you," Tiffany said as she reached into her bag. "I bet Darla can probably find a good use for it."

Tiffany pulled out a black satin garter belt and then handed it to me. As I pulled it up my thighs after stepping into it, she handed me a pair of fishnet stockings. Connie wolf whistled when I began putting on of the stockings. I made a big show of shaking my tits while arranging the top of the stocking at my thigh. After donning the second stocking, Tiffany handed me a little wisp of fishnet material. It was a g-string.

They made me model the outfit. Connie slapped my ass as after I turned to show them the string running down the crack of my ass. Tiffany also checked the firmness of my butt by giving it a good squeeze.

"Damn girl, squats, and Stairmaster?" Tiffany asked after the ass grope.

I shrugged my shoulders as I turned around but was proud that Tiffany had noticed the hard work I had been putting into my body this semester.

"And to top off the outfit, Kara," Tiffany announced and then pulled another item out of the bag.

Tiffany held the piece up with amusement.

"What the hell?" I asked not quite sure what to make of it.

"It’s a boob harness." Tiffany explained.

Tiffany held the device in front of me and then stretched it out with both hands so I could get a better look. The thing looked like a bra…almost. It had straps like a bra, but there were two large metallic rings for the boobs to go through, instead of cups. Connie and Bonnie broke into fits of laughter.

"There’s no way my boobs will fit through those things!" I protested.

"Let’s find out." Tiffany suggested and then advanced on me with the garment.

Bonnie gave Tiffany a hand as Connie stood back enjoying the sight of them fitting me with the humiliating harness. The harness part felt nice it didn’t dig and was comfortable once they finished adjusting the straps. They giggled while compressing and pulling my tits through the two metal rings. I didn’t think my jugs would fit, but Tiffany and Bonnie were determined to cram my boobs through the rings. They succeeded.

"See," Tiffany, exclaimed in triumph.

I shook my head after looking down. I thought my boobs looked ridiculous. Connie bellowed with glee as Tiffany and Bonnie admired their handy work. The rings dug into the base of my jugs causing a mushrooming effect around the ring. The first inch past the rings, my boobs were straight and then past that they hung down. I could tell the cool metal was cutting off a bit of blood to my breasts as they began to turn a little different color from the rest of my pale complexion.

"I bet Darla can find a good use for that outfit." Tiffany surmised.

"She’ll never know about it." I thought to myself.

"I know I can." Connie declared.

I exchanged a challenging look with Connie. Our moment was broken when Tiffany spoke.

"I can too," Tiffany added, "Picture time!"

So much for Darla, not finding out about my outfit.

Tiffany reached for my camera on the bench then handed it once again to Bonnie. Connie rushed to get in the picture. They posed beside me one on each side just like the first bra pictures. A couple of pictures had them fondling me in different ways and another showing off my ass as they swatted my ass a couple of times.

"Hollywood pose!" Connie suggested.

The girls had me put my left hand on my outthrust left hip while I held my right hand behind my head while tilting my head back and to the side. I pursed my lips in a kiss as Bonnie took the picture. After the photo, Connie and Tiffany joined me in a group Hollywood pose…them being clothed of course. I could only assume how ridiculous my tits looked.

"Hey, we have customers coming in!" the girl we saw in the front yelled.

"Got to go," Bonnie said while handing Tiffany the camera.

"Yeah, me too," Tiffany whined. "We should all do this again, soon."

Tiffany handed Connie the camera and then headed for the front of the store. She stopped at the door then turned to face Connie and me.
"Connie, send all those pictures we just took to me." Tiffany demanded, "I’ll sort them out later and then send them to all the right people. Oh, and there is another work bra for you in the bag, Kara. They are all my gifts to you, but feel free to look around and shop."

Tiffany turned with a laugh leaving the room before I could protest. Connie gleefully selected all the photos we had just took and then sent them to Tiffany and herself.

"All done," Connie announced and then handed my phone back to me.

"You can get dressed." Connie told me.
My tits slipped out of the metal rings easier than they went through. I was glad to be out of that thing. I quickly pulled down the garter belt, thong, and hose in one motion. After stepping out of the hose, I put them in the bag in one big ball. I didn’t plan on wearing that outfit anytime soon. After putting on my panties, I was reaching for my bra until Connie stopped me.

"Wear your new bra." Connie said in more of a demanding tone than suggestive.

I didn’t bother arguing besides I had my sweater, so I wouldn’t show too much. I put the new bra on and I wouldn’t admit it to Connie but I liked how easy it was to put on…and felt. I put on my sweater quickly and then began sliding into my jeans. After putting on my shoes, I checked myself in the mirrors and was relieved that my sweater covered up my nipple protrusion. My new bra didn’t show off as much of my cleavage as my regular bra. With little support from my new bra, my tits hung lower on my chest. Connie noticed giving me an approving nod.

"Let’s go shopping." Connie suggested.

We headed out of the changing room and then began to browse. I felt my boobs dancing around on my chest with every step I took. They fell into a rhythm step bounce shake. No matter what I did, my jugs wouldn’t stay still. I caught a couple of thirty something women staring at my chest. One was smirking the other had a hand over her mouth trying to conceal her laughter.

I ignored the stares and snickers as Connie and I looked around the store. We found a couple of strapless red and green bustier for our Christmas outfits. Connie found a cute blue silk camisole and panties that she couldn’t wait to wear for Dan. I found a few thongs I liked. I had recently started wearing them to do away with panty lines under my shorts at work.

Bonnie checked us out with a big smile on her face. She told us she was happy to meet us and encouraged us to come back to the store. Connie assured the tall redhead that we would probably be back often.

On our way out of the mall, I think Connie kept up a fast pace to just to watch my tits bounce as I struggled to keep up with her. My boobs were eye magnets. Old, young, men, and women gawked at my bouncing, swinging, and flopping rack. With the quick pace, we made it out to Connie's car in no time.

Connie buzzed about all the cute things she wanted to buy at the mall as she fought her way through the late afternoon Christmas traffic. We fell into a deep conversation about fashion. Before we knew it, Connie was pulling into my apartment complex. As she pulled into a parking space, I realized that I had actually enjoyed our afternoon shopping spree.

"Well, see you tomorrow at work, loser boobs." Connie said with amusement.

I nodded my head in agreement, as I got out of Connie's car.

"Hey Kara, thanks for being such a good sport!" Connie yelled as began walking to my apartment.

I turned to face Connie and then pulled open my coat.

"To the victor go the spoils!" I yelled and then shook my tits at her.

I could see Connie laughing just before she turned to look behind to check for traffic before she backed out of the parking space.
Wednesday morning I received a text from Tiffany. "Thanks for coming by the shop you should do that more often. Let me know how that new bra works out for you."

"Will do," I texted back.

With Tiffany's playful banter I thought I might ask her why all the Beta O girls have been showing up at the restaurant. I didn’t want to carry on the conversation with texts so I called her. Tiffany answered on the first ring.

"Need more bras?" Tiffany greeted me.

"Um, no, I’m good for now, thanks." I answered.

"What’s up, Kara?" Tiffany asked.

I figured the best way to get something out of Tiffany would be the direct approach.

"Hey, um, I, we at the restaurant have been noticing a lot of Beta O girls coming in recently." I stated.

"Yeah," Tiffany said.

I huffed a bit she was not going to give me any information freely.

"Tiff, I don’t believe they are coming for sports and wings." I stated.

"Well, neither do most guys, Kara, what’s your point?" Tiffany asked with a sxxxxxxx.

I should have known Tiffany would make this conversation a difficult one.

"Tiffany, they’ve been checking the girls out and leering at us," I replied, "It’s creeping us out."

"You girls should be used to that sort of stuff." Tiffany laughed into her phone.

"It’s not like that, Tiffany. The way the Beta O girls act is different." I stated. "I mean we get the softball girls coming in all the time, some of them are our best costumers, but you Beta O girls are different…something is up and we want to know what it is."

Tiffany paused for a moment. I knew we were right she was debating whether to tell me what they were planning.

"Alright Kara, we are planning something." Tiffany admitted. "We want to do a fundraiser in the spring with your restaurant and the girls have been coming by to get some ideas."

"Well why don’t you just talk to the manager?" I asked.

There was another long pause in the conversation.

"I was impressed with your little group the other night and thought, we might also do a private fundraiser." Tiffany said.

"Oh," I muttered as I thought about what Tiffany might be offering.

"Hey, do you know what schedule Tamera works?" Tiffany asked. "I would like to talk to her."

"Oh, um, yeah, sure, I work today. I’ll get it then and let you know." I replied.

"Thanks Kara is that all you were calling about?" Tiffany inquired.

"Yep, that about covers it," I answered.

"Alright, talk to you later," Tiffany said, "Oh, and Jon loved your new bra and outfit."

"Great," I said sarcastically as Tiffany giggled on the other end of the line. "See ya." I said after waiting for Tiffany’s giggle fit to die down.

Armed with the new information, I couldn’t wait to tell Tamera the news, but I didn’t have time to inform her of everything that morning, I had to get to class. After whipping off my workout clothes, taking a shower, and then rushing off to class, I contemplated all the possible scenarios Tiffany and her crew might be cooking up. By lunch time I couldn’t stand it and had to call Tamera.

"Hey, E what’s up?" Tamera answered.

"I got some info in the Beta O bitches." I replied.

"Yeah," Tamera said then waited for me to fill her in.

"It seem Tiffany and her crew want to do a fundraiser with them this spring." I answered. "They’ve been coming by to get some ideas."

"Okay," Tamera said unimpressed.

"Also, she mentioned she was impressed with our group and that they might want to do a private fundraiser if you know what I mean." I added.

"Mmm, hmm, those rich bitches want to take us on." Tamera said, "So that’s why they’ve been scoping us."

"Yeah," I agreed, "And Tiffany, asked about your schedule…she wants to meet with you."

"Alright, I’ll meet with her," Tamera said with a breath of excitement. "I work the lunch shift the rest of this week and weekend."

"I’ll let her know," I replied, "Anything else you want me to tell her?"

"No, I’ll just let her do the talking, for now." Tamera answered.

"Oh, Tiffany did say they would stop creeping on us." I added.

"I say let’em look but I don’t want to see any of them at our little get to gathers." Tamera warned.

"What about Connie?" I asked still doing my best to associate her name with the Beta O girls.

"I’ll have a talk with Mrs. Beta O." Tamera assured me.
I smiled.

"Alright see ya this afternoon." I said.

"Later E," Tamera replied then hung up on me.

I was feeling good until I realized this would be my first shift with Connie since she crushed my jugs. I also realized I would be wearing my new bra. I was nervous and fidgety the rest of the day.

Connie was already waiting for me at the hostess station with Shelby when I arrived at the restaurant. With a big grin on her face, Connie ran up to me giving me a big hug. Shelby followed with her customary greeting. Connie immediately took me by the arm and began leading back to our changing room.

"Ready to show off those big soft beaten udders, E?" Connie asked as she leaned into whisper the question into my ear.

"Like I said, to the victor go the spoils." I answered.

"Yes they do," Connie chuckled and then kissed me on the cheek.

We continued walking through the restaurant arm in arm as if we were best friends.

"Okay, let’s see them." Connie ordered.

After dropping my bag containing my hooter girl uniform and makeup, I began taking off my top and bra. Connie was beaming with pride and then looked disappointed after I bared my breasts to her. I knew why Connie had a disappointed look I knew she wanted everyone to see my bruised and beaten tits. There were a few shaded areas but for the most part the bruises had faded.

"What’s wrong Connie?" I asked with a knowing smirk.

"Nothing," Connie replied and then broke into a smile.

Connie reached out grabbing my right boob in the palm of her left hand. After giving my captured, jug a good squeeze, the blonde bent down and then sucked on the outside part of my tit just behind my nipple. The bitch was remarking my beaten rack. I a few snickers as Connie sucked on my beaten boob. I stood still as she repeated the process on my left tit.

Connie marched me around the locker room telling everyone that would listen that she had beaten me. I had to show off Connie's mark and announce that Connie's tits were superior to mine and that she now owned my boobs. After I declared Connie's supremacy, she made me help her get ready for work.

I helped Connie with her hair and makeup and then helped her change. The bitch even made me get down on my hands and knees and put her socks and shoes on. All the while I could feel Riley and Samantha laughing with amusement. Katherine, the new girl, happened to come in while I was down on my knees lacing up Connie's shoes. She put a hand over her mouth but I could tell she was laughing right along with everyone else.

"Now, it’s your turn." Connie grinned.

After getting off my knees, I grabbed my bag to get dressed. Connie watched intently as I disrobed the rest of my clothing and then began to throw on my uniform. After slipping on my pantyhose and orange shorts, I fidgeted with my new bra making Connie wait awhile before she could enjoy the sight of my tits encased in the flimsy fabric.
As I pulled the bra over my head, Connie called Samantha, Riley, and Katherine over to check out my new look. They all burst into laughter once I had the bra on and it had molded itself around my rack. I noticed Rolonda standing off in the corner standing with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side watching my show.

"You’re not going to work in that are you?" Katherine asked.

"She sure is," Connie answered, "All night long!"

There was more laughter.

"Watch this," Connie ordered.

The blonde took both my nipples in her hand and then began to play with them. My tips saluted Connie's attention. When she had them fully extended, Connie gave each of my nipples a firm twist.

"You can put your top on now." Connie ordered after letting go of my nipples.

I pulled the tight top over my boobs and then looked down as I straightened the errant material so that it clung to my torso in all the right spots. My nipples were prominently on display through the top. Not only were my nipples showing through my shirt the new bra did little to hold up my pendulous breasts. Riley and Samantha commented on my hanging boobs as Katherine at least tried to conceal her laughter.

"Now, get out there and show everyone your soft floppy udders." Connie ordered and then swatted my ass.

I left the locker room with Riley, Samantha, and Connie's laughter ringing in my ears.

"What was that about?" Rolonda asked.

"I’ll tell you tomorrow when I bring you your laundry." I answered.

Rolonda nodded while giving Connie a suspicious look.

"I can’t wait for that story." Rolonda commented and then walked out to the restaurant floor to begin our shift.

My first night wearing my new went about the way I thought it would. I was gawked at some blatantly. There were side glances at me. Some, especially women would look down at my chest then look me in the eye and laugh, while others waited till I turned my back to comment on my tits or laugh.

During my shift, Connie invented a new game. Everyone joined in on the "keep Kara's nipples stiff" game. Whenever I went to the kitchen, bathroom, or bar to retrieve drinks and my boobs were in reaching distance, one of the girls would play with my nipples causing them to stiffen and then send me back out onto the floor. By the end of the night, my poor stiff nipples were aching.

"That was great Kara, thanks." Connie said and then gave me a big hug mashing her tits into mine.

"I guess, but the tips were good." I replied.

"There is just one other thing I want you to do." Connie said.
I winced.

"Whenever you see Dan, I want you to run up to him and give him a big hug." Connie ordered. "Make sure you rub those big udders of yours against him."

"I can do that." I nodded.

"Yeah, just give him a little reminder of how soft and weak your tits are compared to mine." Connie laughed.

"Bitch," I muttered.

I waited for Rolonda in the parking lot after Connie had driven off.

"What was that all about tonight?" Rolonda asked.

"Long story, I’ll tell you about it when I bring your stuff by in the morning." I replied.

Since I was one of the bottom girls, and had last choice of which shifts to work, I had made a deal with Rolonda to let me have a couple of weekend shifts and I would do her laundry. On Wednesday night, she would drop off her dirty clothes and I would clean and then bring them to her on Thursday morning.

"Hey, why don’t you bring Jacqueline and me some Starbucks in the morning and tell us all about it." Rolonda suggested.

"Sure," I said as I loaded Rolonda's dirty laundry into my car.

After spending a long night doing Rolonda and my laundry while also studying for finals, I pulled up to Rolonda's house. She and her childhood friend shared a nice 2 bedroom house near the restaurant. I had a tray of three coffees from Starbucks and Rolonda's laundry bag slung over my shoulder. Jacqueline, Rolonda's roommate greeted me at the door.

"Hey laundry girl." Jacqueline said after opening the door.

"Coffee!" I announced handing her the tray.

Jacqueline took the coffee with a smile. The black girl was still wearing her nightshirt and panties. I watched her meaty hips sway as she sauntered to the dining table with the drinks.

Rolonda's friend was cute but she was no model. She had a bit of a tummy, but she did have a thick well rounded ass her thighs were meaty to match her hips. Jacqueline’s best feature was her face her lips were ripe and full and dark eyes were big and brown. Her high cheekbones were the perfect shape and height.

"Ro is still in bed," Jacqueline announced, "why don’t you head on back."

When I first started doing Rolonda's laundry, I had just dropped it off, now Rolonda had me putting her clothes away for her. I needed the weekend shifts so I didn’t give Rolonda an argument the first time she ordered me to put her underwear in her drawers. Every week, Rolonda pushed the deal a little further, now I was getting her and her roommate coffee.

"It’s me!" I announced after knocking on Rolonda’s bedroom door.

"Come in," Rolonda groggily answered.

I came into the room as Rolonda was having her first morning stretch. She was still under the covers with her arm stretched out over her head. She smiled as I made my way to her closet.

"Morning laundry girl," Rolonda said as she sat up in her bed.

"Morning," I replied as I began to put Ro’s things away.

"Hey, you get the coffee?" Rolonda asked.

"Yeah, Jackie has it in the living room." I answered.

"Great," Rolonda beamed and then threw off her covers.

The black girl stretched again after getting out of bed. Rolonda slept in the nude and didn’t mind showing off her body. She lazily picked up her robe that was lying on the floor beside her bed. She didn’t bother closing her robe or tying a knot in her belt. Her tits stuck out as she headed out of her room and to the coffee.
"Hey E, hurry up I want to hear all about why you put on the little show last night." Rolonda ordered.

I rushed to put all her folded clothes away and then headed back to my car to get her things that were on hangers. Rolonda and Jacqueline sat causally sipping their coffee as I rushed around their house. After I finished hanging her things up, I joined the duo.

"Alright E, what was that all about last night?" Rolonda asked me as I took a sip of my coffee.

"What did she do?" Jacqueline asked.

"She was acting like this blonde girl’s bitch last night." Rolonda answered. "This girl made her wear some flimsy little bra that couldn’t hold those things up." Rolonda continued explaining and then pointed at my boobs.

Jacqueline eyed my boobs as Rolonda give details of my activities last night.

"You should have seen those things bouncing around the restaurant." Rolonda said. "And her nipples, bitch may as well have been topless."
Jacqueline laughed.

"So what happened?" Rolonda asked.

"Well, she wanted to do something special for her boyfriend for his birthday, so we had a private titfight for him." I answered.
Rolonda nodded.

"And that was part of our bet." I finished.

"Part of the bet," Rolonda asked, "What was the other part?"

I blushed.

"She gets to use my apartment anytime she wants," I replied, "And I had to entertain them that night."

They looked at each other I could tell they wanted to ask what happened so I decided to tell them the whole story. They were quiet as I told them the details of the fight and what would have happened if I had won. I even told them what Connie made me do. They were quiet when I finished telling my story, so I sipped my coffee waiting for another question.

"Wait a minute," Rolonda spoke up, "I thought you were a tongue and groove girl, but you fought for a cock?"

I nodded as Jacqueline giggled.

"I’m not a lesbian." I corrected Rolonda.

"You go both ways?" Rolonda asked.

I nodded.

"Oh, and it wasn’t just any cock, Ro," I teased and then held my hands up with my index fingers extended showing Rolonda the length of Dan's cock.

I smiled as I watched her eyes widen. I remembered the way Rolonda taunted Hailey about taking her boyfriend away from her. I hit a nerve, as Rolonda seemed to mull the possibilities in her head.

"Really," Rolonda asked with fascination.

I nodded then held my thumb and forefinger in a circle to show her Dan’s circumference. Rolonda broke into a wide grin. It was obvious what she was thinking.

"I think Dan would be a fun ride." I suggested.

"She does like those white boys." Jacqueline interjected nodding her head in Rolonda's direction.

"I think you can take her." I encouraged.

"I think I can too," Rolonda agreed, "I’m going to show her how a sister does things."

"Well, I think my work here is done," I announced, "I need to get to class."

"Thanks for the coffee E." Rolonda said.

"Yeah, laundry girl thanks for the coffee." Jacqueline echoed Rolonda.

I waved to them on my way out of their house.

Friday night we stopped to pick up Darla's sister Emma. Emma was going to be my guest for the evening. Darla's sister gave me a dismissive smirk and then ignored me as she and Darla began to discuss family matters in front of me. I was glad Darla at least let me dress myself instead of picking out one of her favorite outfits. I was a little bored listening to them drone on about their family’s Christmas plans and was glad there was little traffic on the way to Hailey and Alexis's house.

We weren’t the first group to arrive but there were only a few cars parked in front of Hailey and Alexis's house. I walked behind Darla and Emma as they practically ignored me. I was a bit peeved but also it was nice not to be picked on.

After entering the house, Hailey greeted us along with her boyfriend. As Darla introduced her sister, I headed up the stairs to strip. I entered Alexis's room to find Ryoko already stripped and sitting on Alexis's bed. I stripped quickly as Ryoko peppered me with questions about my fight with Connie. I know she probably already knew the story and was asking me to tell her the story to embarrass me. We grew tired of waiting on Alexis, so Ryoko and I headed down stairs.

On the way down, Shelby and Sydney were coming up the stairs to change into their bikinis. Sydney nodded to us as Shelby stopped for a hug. As we descended the stairs, a few more people had arrived. I didn’t see Darla or her sister so I assumed they were already in the basement. Just as I stepped off the stairs to head to the kitchen, Connie came in through the front door with Dan trailing right behind her. I gave Connie a "hello" nod and started to step into the kitchen, when I caught Connie giving me a forceful look. I forgot about the "Dan greeting."

I almost ran over Ryoko, as I dashed to the front door, also on the way, I almost bumped into Sydney's boyfriend who was standing in the hallway by himself. My boobs furiously flopped in all directions as I made my way to Dan. Connie's dour expression turned to laughter while Dan had an all too familiar deer in headlights expression as I rushed over to them.

"Hi Dan!" I yelled just as I crashed boobs first into him.

Dan barely had time to put his arms up to catch me in a hug. I ground my big soft jugs into the top of his stomach. I looked up to see him looking down at me with a big stupid grin.

"Glad you’re here," I said as I slid to his left making sure to scrape by boobs across his body.

Dan rested his left arm over my shoulder as I stood beside him to face Connie. I kept my torso turned to keep my right boobs mashed in between Dan and me. Connie was smiling and nodding.

"Tell him why you’re doing this E." Darla ordered.

"Connie wants me to run up to you and give you a big hug every time I see you," I confessed, "She wants me to remind you with a hug how big soft and weak my udders
are compared to your girlfriend."

"Aw Kara, they’re not soft and weak," Dan said.

I was looking at Connie as Dan spoke and saw her smug expression turn to anger. I looked up to Dan to watch his expression as Connie was about to lay into him. His dumb grin had changed into a broad smile.

"Dan!" Connie yelled and was about to yell at him some more when Dan interrupted her.

"I’m kidding!" Dan laughed. "You’re right Kara you got some big soft floppy titties, girl. I’m looking forward to more of these hugs."

As Connie laughed I was about to say something, until Dan gave my left boob a possessive squeeze. I gasped not expecting him to grab me as my loose breast flesh oozed through his fingers. Connie's laughter grew louder.

"Alright E, you can run along." Connie ordered.

"Fucker," I muttered but joined in laughing at myself with them. "Alright, you got me, good one."

Connie took my place beside Dan as I walked by the blonde.

"Feel these babies," Connie cooed.

I looked over my shoulder to see Connie rubbing her tits into Dan.

"You’re the best Connie." Dan complimented Connie.

I wanted to say, "No she’s not, your sister is better" but knew that to do so would bring Connie's wrath so I turned to walk away. As I walked toward the kitchen, I noticed Ryoko standing in the hallway almost doubled over with laughter. She had seen the whole exchange between Connie, Dan, and I. My pace quickened when Ryoko ran into the kitchen. Sydney's boyfriend was still standing in the same place trying to hide his laughter from me until I started running to the kitchen. He dropped his hand from his mouth as he watched my boobs dance around on my chest as I ran after Ryoko.

I found Ryoko doubled over the kitchen island still laughing. Hailey gave us a quizzical look as she finished putting some snacks on a tray. I started to head over to Hailey and ignore Ryoko until she spoke up.

"Dan, can you feel how soft and floppy my big titties are?" Ryoko mocked.

"Bitch," I muttered turning a little red, "I’ll let you feel them."

I headed over to Ryoko to smash her boobs flat, but the Asian girl danced around the island making sure to keep it between her and me. I started to chase Ryoko around
the kitchen, until Hailey stopped us.

"Hey, stop it!" Hailey yelled, "You take this and you take this."

Hailey handed me a tray of drinks and Ryoko a tray of snacks.

"Go serve these," Hailey ordered with a smile, "And behave!"
Hailey gave Ryoko a swat on her bare ass. I was far enough away from Hailey that she didn’t bother trying to spank me. Ryoko followed me out of the kitchen and down to the basement.

I found Dan and Connie talking to Darla and Emma while Hailey's boyfriend stood off to the side by himself. Ryoko headed off to serve him so I headed over to the foursome. Emma seemed more amused than surprised by my nudity so I assumed Darla had told her about my situation. Connie gloated as I offered the tray of drinks to a grinning Dan.

"No hard feeling?" Dan asked.

"No, I can take it." I replied then offered the tray to Connie.

Connie took a drink with a wink. I turned offering the drinks to Emma and Darla. You could tell Emma and Darla were sisters with the same facial features and they had basically the same slim build, but Emma was blonde, I doubted it was natural, and Emma worked out and was toned where Darla was soft.

"Good choice Darla," Emma complimented Darla, "That suits her." Emma finished while pointing at me.

Darla nodded taking a drink form the tray. Emma didn’t want anything so I headed over to Hailey’s boyfriend. As I made my way over to him, Shelby, Sydney, her boyfriend, and Hailey came down the stairs. Sydney looked a little nervous wearing her bikini in the cool basement. Her long nipples poked through her top. I caught a glimpse of Shelby's monster nipples straining the confines of her bikini top. It was hard to keep eye contact with the little blonde as I served her a drink.

As I served Hailey, Sydney, Shelby, and Hailey's boyfriend, I heard Tamera and Rolonda coming down the stairs. Hailey took the last drink off my tray. I started to head back to the kitchen when I heard Rolonda calling for me to come to her. "Shit," I muttered.

"Hey Laundry girl!" Jacqueline, Rolonda's roommate called to me.

Tamera and Rolonda were grinning. As I approached, Jacqueline eyed me up and down.

"Hey," I said as a greeting.

"Looking good E," Rolonda complimented.

"Thanks, are you still up for Connie?" I asked.

The confident black girl slowly nodded while looking across the room at her potential opponent. Rolonda pointed Connie out to Jacqueline. Tamera and I quietly listened to Rolonda explain how she was going to beat Connie. The more I thought about the two of them the more doubt I had that Rolonda would win. After the beating I took from Connie, I had a tremendous amount of respect for her boobs. I was beginning to think Rolonda might be taking Connie a little too lightly. I think I saw a bit of doubt on Tamera's face.

"Is everybody here?" Tamera asked.

"I don’t think Samantha, Riley, or Katherine have arrived." I answered.

"Bitches," Tamera commented.

"You thirsty?" I asked.

They all nodded. Upstairs, Samantha and Riley had arrived and were standing in the hallway. I assumed they were waiting for Katherine to change into her bikini. I nodded my greeting to the blonde and redhead.

"Hey Kara looking good," Riley said as I slid by them.

Riley stood in the middle of the hallway beside Samantha so that I would have to turn sideways to get by them. I had to scrape my boobs across Riley's arms and chest to get by her. She smirked with satisfaction watching my jugs reshape themselves around her tits and then pop free once I was by her. The brooding Samantha seemed uninterested in embarrassing me so I continued on to the kitchen.

By the time, I refilled the tray and heading back down to the basement, Riley and Samantha were gone. Alexis had been in the kitchen finishing with the snacks and walked with me down to the basement. Everyone was buzzing with excitement anticipating the fights for the night.

Connie and Dan had migrated over to Riley, Samantha, and Katherine. Maria and her sister Andrea must have came in when I was in the kitchen as they were standing with Darla and Emma. Alexis and I served the last of the drinks and snacks as Ryoko seemed to have Tamera, Rolonda, and Jacqueline entertained. Sydney and her boyfriend hung around Hailey and her boyfriend along with Shelby. I had just about made my way around the room with my drinks tray when Tamera spoke up.

"Alright everyone," Tamera yelled, "Before we kick this off I have a few announcements to make."

All conversation ended.

"As you know, we’ve been having a lot of Beta O chicks come into the restaurant." Tamera continued.

I along with most everyone else in the room looked over at Connie. She looked a little nervous.

"You know we were right, they’ve been checking us out. One of their girls came by last week to talk to me. It turns out they want to do a fundraiser with us in the spring and if it goes well, we might do more."

The girls seemed pleased. Everyone liked to get away from the restaurant every now and then and the tips were usually good at special events.

"And they know about our little fight night here." Tamera added.

Connie looked more nervous as the stares became harder. I grinned broadly.

"A few of them want to try us on for size." Tamera finished.

"I’m in!" Maria shouted.

"Yeah, bring those rich bitches on." Rolonda added.

Tamera didn’t have to take a vote to see that everyone wanted the fundraiser and a fight night with the beta Omega girls. Samantha and Riley seemed to be the only girls indifferent about Tamera's proposal.

"Hey what kind of fundraiser?" Hailey asked.

"They don’t know yet but it will benefit breast cancer." Tamera answered.

"Now, that’s enough business let’s get the fights on!" Tamera yelled. "But one more thing, I don’t want any of those Beta O bitches here as guests. One scout is
enough." Tamera glared at Connie.

I enjoyed watching Connie squirm a bit as Dan rubbed Connie's shoulders while rest of the girls in the room eyed the blonde with suspicion.

"Alexis, show yourself girl." Tamera ordered.

Alexis set her tray down then stepped into the middle of the basement.

"You’ve been complaining all week about being a bottom girl and going nude," Tamera announced, "Well, let’s see if you can earn some clothes."

Maria and Darla whistled and clapped. Hailey and Sydney joined them with wolf whistles. Alexis stood with hands on her hips blushing from the unwanted attention.
Tamera turned to read the board, as did everyone else. The standings board read as follows:
Name wins loss
Tamera 5 0
Maria 4 2
Samantha 3 2
Rolonda 3 2
Hailey 3 2
Riley 2 2
Connie 1 0
Sydney 2 3
Shelby 1 2
Alexis 1 3
Katherine 0 1
Ryoko 0 2

"According to your record, Al if you win another match you can wear a bikini." Tamera surmised.

Tamera had came up with the rule that if you had two more losses than wins you didn’t deserve to wear clothes to fight night and had to act as servers and entertainment for their betters. If you had a losing record by one, you had to wear a bikini. Alexis needed a win to have the privilege of wearing a bikini.

"Shelby, come here girl." Tamera commanded.

Shelby looked nervous as she walked over and stood beside Alexis.

"Hmm, Shelby if you win another match you get to wear anything you want," Tamera stated with a smile "But if you lose, you don’t get to wear anything."

Alexis and Shelby eyed each other as Tamera laid out the situation to them. I was already imagining how the fight would turn out between the two of them. Looking around the room it seemed everyone else had the same idea, judging by the smiles on their faces.

"Isn’t that interesting?" Tamera mused. "So Alexis are you happy being naked or do you want to try and take Shelby's bikini from her?"

"I challenge Shelby." Alexis announced.

Several girls clapped and whistled.

"How about it Shelby?" Tamera asked. "Do you accept or are you going to take off your bikini and give it to Alexis?"

"I accept!" Shelby yelled to the cheers of the girls and guys.

"Do your thing E!" Tamera ordered.

"Top off Shelby," I ordered.

Shelby unhooked the back of her bikini top and then shucked the garment off to the side. I along with everyone else ogled the diminutive blonde’s huge nipples. Shelby possessed nice but somewhat soft C cupped size boobs, but her nipples made them seem small.

Alexis had six inches of height on Shelby. Her boobs were about the same size and density of Shelby's tits. Both girls were slender with Alexis appearing a bit more athletic than Shelby.

"It’s been a while since we last met, so let’s review the rules, ladies." I stated. "No hands to the boobs and no wrestling on the ground unless to pin your opponent down!"
Shelby and Alexis nodded that they understood.

"Any questions?" I asked.

They shook their heads.

"Ready!" I yelled then paused.

Alexis crouched down to bring her tits level with Shelby's jugs.

"Fight!" I yelled then quickly backed away Shelby and Alexis.

Alexis, still crouching down, advanced on Shelby. The compact blonde stood with her arms up and hands open palms out waiting on the brunette to make her move. Alexis reached out to clasp fingers with Shelby, but at the last moment, she dropped her hands under the blonde’s armpits, and then snaked her arms around Shelby's back. In one fluid motion, Alexis scooped little Shelby up in a bear hug.

I watched their boobs from the side both girls’ jugs bulged out at the sides. It looked like they were locked up nipples to nipples. Poor Shelby had a pained expression on her face while Alexis's face contorted from exertion. Shelby legs flailed wildly searching for the floor that was about six inches below her feet.

"Let’s get this over quickly." Alexis threatened.

Shelby shook her head. The brunette leaned back and then bounced the petite blonde in her arms. Shelby winced as she fought for breath.

"Say you give." Alexis demanded, but Shelby shook her head again. "Say you give or I’ll make you use those big nipples of yours for a hat rack in the restaurant."

"No," Shelby grunted.

A few girls giggled while others rooted for the underdog Shelby.

"You’re not getting out of this short stuff," Alexis warned, "admit I win."

As soon as Alexis gave her warning, Shelby threw her arms around Alexis's neck and pulled tight. At almost the same moment, Shelby also hiked her legs up and then wrapped them around the naked brunette’s waist. Shelby seemed to squeeze for dear life.

I looked around the room and everyone seemed to be as shocked as I was. I gave Tamera a glance to see if she approved of the move Shelby made. The smiling black girl gave me a thumbs up sign and a nod of her head, so I continued to let them keep battling.

I looked back at the two combatants. Shelby and Alexis's boobs were still in a stalemate, as neither set of boobs seemed to have an advantage. Both sets of tits were equally flattened and bulging at the sides. Alexis now had a pained expression. I had to imagine Shelby's monster nipples were doing a number on Alexis's big brown nipples.

The brunette had an impressive set of nipples but it was a mole hill compared to a mountain when Alexis's nipples were up against Shelby's tips. Judging by Alexis's expression, Shelby's nipples were probably winning the fight for her. Alexis began to curse under her breath. Shelby seemed to tighten her grip.

Maria began to chant Shelby's name. A few others rooting for the underdog joined in. I noticed Alexis's roommate Hailey had a shocked look on her face as Shelby seemed to be taking the fight to the brunette.

Alexis tried shaking and bouncing Shelby, but the little blonde held firm. When that didn’t work, the desperate brunette spun around in a circle, but Shelby still held on tight. The move must have caused Alexis to grow dizzy, because she began to stumble around the room.

The more Alexis stumbled the more unbalanced she became until she could no longer could support her and Shelby's weight. Alexis sagged to one knee. Shelby unwrapped her legs from around the brunette’s waist while still maintaining her grip around Alexis's neck. With her feet firmly planted on the floor, Shelby forced the brunette down on both knees. Alexis tried to stand, but Shelby twisted Alexis's torso and pushed forward causing the brunette to awkwardly land on her back.

"Shit!" Alexis wailed.

The Shelby chants grew louder as the little blonde secured the dominant position over the naked brunette. As Alexis kicked her legs to and bucked her hips to throw Shelby off her, the undersized blonde intertwined her legs around Alexis's thighs. Shelby spread Alexis's legs wide in a grapevine pin. There were a lot of "oohs" and "Ahhs" mumbled from the audience.

I glanced back over at Tamera, who an unobstructed view right between the brunette’s spread legs. Rolonda and Jacqueline stood laughing at Alexis's predicament. Tamera mouthed the words "Warn her," to me.

"No wrestling Shelby." I cautioned the blonde.

"It’s a pin, it’s a pin." Shelby argued.

I looked back over at Tamera who shrugged her shoulders.

"Alright Shelby, but while you have her pinned it’s just boobs to boobs no more wrestling." I warned.

"Okay," Shelby replied and then started grinding her tits into Alexis's pinned jugs.

Alexis had two things working against her, one was Shelby's gargantuan nipples, and the other was gravity. Both seemed to be doing a number on the brunette’s chest. While Shelby's hanging tits seemed full and round while grinding into Alexis's boobs, the brunette’s rack seemed flatter and weaker. With each downward thrust, Alexis's jugs took the full weight of Shelby's body. The trapped brunette grunted and cursed each time her poor titties were crushed under Shelby.

I crouched down to get an up close view of Shelby's huge nipples working over Alexis's boobs. Shelby's tips were rock hard as they slammed into Alexis's soft flesh. The pinned brunette stopped cursing, but gritted her teeth while she shook her head from side to side, as Shelby continued to nipple poke Alexis's rack.

"Alexis, do you give?" I asked.

The brunette shook her head. Shelby changed tactics. The little blonde began to scrape her boobs across Alexis's chest. Not only was Alexis's boobs getting shoved across her chest, Shelby's nipples folded the brunette’s tips over every time they crossed paths. Shelby's new tactic seemed to break Alexis's will. The brunette bucked and kicked wildly trying to escape for a few moments and then just let her body relax.

"I give! I fucking give!" Alexis yelled.

To the cheers of the Hooter girls, Shelby unhooked her legs from Alexis and then while straddling the brunette’s waist, the blonde threw one arm in the air while the other arm covered her chest. Shelby pumped her fist in the air in time with the "Shelby," chants. The little blonde didn’t enjoy her victory too long for she quickly hopped off Alexis and then retrieved her bikini top.

After announcing she was going to put her clothes on, Shelby did a quick bow for everyone and then bounded up the stairs of the basement. I was a little disappointed that Shelby didn’t make Alexis put on a show of submission. I would have liked to have seen the brunette worshipping those huge nipples.

"Well Al, I gave you another shot and you lost." Tamera spoke up.

Alexis faced Tamera as she nursed her defeated boobs.

"You know what that means don’t you?" Tamera asked.

"No clothes for you!" Maria and Darla shouted with Rolonda joining in the chant.

"That’s right Alexis," Tamera nodded, "Now, why don’t you go over there and change the standings while we wait for Shelby to change clothes."
There were a few claps and snickers as Alexis headed over, grabbed the marker, and then changed the wins and losses for Shelby and her. Alexis wiped off the 1 under the win column for Shelby and replaced it with a 2 so that it read 2 wins and 2 losses for Shelby. Alexis then wiped off the 3 in her own loss column and replaced it with a 4 so that her record showed 1 win and 4 losses.

Shelby had still not returned from upstairs, by the time Alexis was finished changing the records, but Tamera decided to move on to the next fight.

"It seems fighting for clothes are a good motivation," Tamera mused, "I want to see another one."

There were wolf whistles and cheers as we all looked around the room knowing who would be fighting next.

"Katherine" Tamera called, "Step forward, and let’s see if you can do any better this week."

The curvy raven haired girl wearing a black bikini stepped forward, after receiving some encouraging words from the redhead Riley and her blonde friend Samantha. The dark material contrasted nicely with her alabaster skin. Katherine wore her black hair short with the back stopping at the base of her neck. She had a cowlick over the left side of her forehead causing the hair on the right side of her head to swoop down to just above her right eyebrow. Her hair was cut into almost a page boy style but was a bit too curly. Her thick dark eyebrows and big dark eyes gave her a bit of a Hollywood starlet look. To set off her look, Katherine wore red lipstick on her succulent lips.

"Come join her Syd!" Tamera ordered.

Everyone cheered as Sydney gave her boyfriend a hug and then whispered to each other. Sydney pulled away from the embrace, nodded her head at him, and then turned to toward Katherine. Watching the buxom blonde walk toward Katherine and me, she looked nervous. The blonde’s double D’s strained the confines of her yellow bikini top. Her long softly curled golden hair hung around her shoulders contrasting nicely with her tanning booth acquired bronze tone. As Sydney walked, her buxom body shook and jiggled in all the right places.

"Who wants to see one of these girls get naked?" Tamera asked everyone.

Everyone cheered.

"Well girls, I think it’s unanimous," Tamera said. "Of course if one of you does not want to fight just go ahead and strip."

Neither Katherine nor Sydney moved.

"I guess you two accept the challenge." Tamera surmised.

Sydney nodded, as did Katherine.

"Alright then get those tops off, girls." Tamera demanded.

Sydney whipped her top off first and threw it to her boyfriend. I noticed Sydney's big tits hanging on her chest but for their size she had good firmness, she was much firmer than mine was. Sydney’s nipples were a lot like mine as they were long and thin. Katherine took her time removing their top. She casually dropped her top beside us showing off her solid set of D-cup tits topped off by a pretty set of pink eraser sized nipples. Without a doubt, Katherine had Sydney beat in the firmness department.

"Get them going E." Tamera ordered as Katherine and Sydney faced off.

Katherine and Sydney started the fight off by gripping each other’s biceps. As soon as the arms were locked up, they began to bump their boobs into each other. Starting the fight, Katherine was definitely the aggressor as her chest bumps were clearly more forceful than Sydney's thrusts. The bumps turned into hits as both girls began to twist their hips a bit just before crashing their tits into her opponent’s chest.

It was obvious Katherine had been coached. My guess is that Riley and Samantha had given her some tips. She hit Sydney with well-timed blows and did her best to duck and dodge the blonde’s jabs. On the occasion when Katherine and Sydney did land simultaneous blows, their boobs would shake and shimmy from the impact. I enjoyed the sight of the contrasting colors of Katherine’s pale jugs smashing into Sydney's well tanned rack.

As the tit boxing session went on, the girls began to grunt and groan with each hit. Neither one said anything as they concentrated on the fight. Katherine didn’t have the personality for trash talking and I figured, Sydney's recent losing streak had shaken her confidence and was keeping her mouth shut. Although they weren’t talking, as their boob battle continued they began to grunt and groan.

I noticed Sydney used her shoulder turns to deliver more of her blows while Katherine turned her shoulders to avoid the blonde’s bigger tits. When she did deliver a blow, Katherine would thrust her jugs straight into Sydney's rack. The blonde would yelp just a bit whenever the dark haired girls’ firmer boobs would smash into the blonde’s tits if they happened to be in an awkward position. Just when I thought Katherine might have the upper hand, Sydney would launch a blow that would knock Katherine's pale orbs across her chest. After each blow from the blonde, Katherine would get defensive avoiding Sydney's bigger tits. When this would happen, Sydney stopped her twisting motion and opt for the straight on approach. As soon as the blonde’s jugs mashed into Katherine's rack, the blonde’s tits would be the first to compress, but Katherine's rack would give way just an instant later as Sydney's boobs invaded the raven haired girl’s space.

It was slow and gradual but their titty boxing turned into a grinding contest. Sydney's shoulder turn jabs became shoulder sweeps. Katherine mimicked Sydney's motions. We were all treated to two big sets of jugs gliding across each other. This part of the fight turned sensual as the grunts and groans turned to moans. Katherine and Sydney seemed mesmerized with each other’s boobs as they looked down watching their sliding across each her opponent’s chest. From my side view, I was treated to watching a tanned boob pop free from the cleavage valley wobbling a bit showing off its long erect pink nipple and then watched it disappear back into the mountains of flesh only to see a pale orb emerge from the breast flesh displaying a rock hard pencil eraser sized nipple briefly before diving back into the fray.

Just like the boob boxing at the beginning of the fight, neither set of jugs seemed to dominate or even have an advantage. Sydney's rack seemed to cover up Katherine's tits but the alabaster orbs seemed to hold their shape a little better than the tanned rack. Judging by their moans, flushed faces, and erect nipples neither fighter seemed to be suffering. On and on the boob sliding went with neither fighter getting an advantage or seeming to care to change strategies. I could feel some of the girls watching grow a bit uncomfortable watching the fight delve into something more sexual.

"You might want to try something different." I suggested after clearing my throat. "Or call it a draw and go get a room."

Some in the audience laughed and giggled as did Katherine and Sydney, but they did look a bit embarrassed. There was an awkward moment where it seemed Katherine and Sydney didn’t know what to do. They stood looking down at each other’s tits while still locked in the upper arm embrace. Sydney slid her left boob out from Katherine's cleave to line her boobs up with her dark haired rival. Both their nipples were still rock hard.

While Sydney tossed, her head back to shift a few long strands of hair that hung over her boobs, Katherine released her grip on the blonde’s bicep and then drew Sydney in hug after clasping her hands together behind the blonde’s back. After a quick gasp, Sydney retaliated by locking her arms around Katherine's back. As they embraced, their boobs still seemed an even match, Sydney’s bigger boobs covered more area of Katherine's boobs, but the dark haired girl’s jugs seemed to hold their shape a little better than the blonde’s rack.

I watched Katherine and Sydney pump their arms to apply as much pressure as possible. Whenever one of them would tense their arms, the result would cause a ripple effect of breast flesh jiggling across their cleavage. I was a bit surprised to see Katherine's flesh wiggle and shake just as much as Sydney's boobs. I wondered if Sydney's bigger tits might be wearing down Katherine's rack, but it still looked like a stalemate to me.

As they kept their jugs pressed tightly together, Katherine and Sydney jousted for position. Their movements were quick and compact, a shoulder twitch here, or a quick chest bump there, and occasionally the raising and dipping of their shoulders, but the force was minimal. To me it just seemed more jockeying for position.
I did notice Katherine and Sydney looking at each other eye to eye. Sydney was smiling while Katherine was giggling. Still, the short movements were taking place below their necks. Sydney joined in with Katherine giggling. I looked back down at their tits to see what was so funny, but all I saw was a boob standoff with neither set controlling the other. They just seemed to jockeying for position. I watched a tan set of tits move to the right and then thrust inward while the pale set dipped down and then thrust upward and inward. The process just didn’t seem to end the constant jousting. Their boobs were always in contact even when they were repositioning their boobs.

"Oh, my God!" Katherine yelled.

I looked up in surprise, as I hadn’t seen anything between their chests to elicit such a response from Katherine. After watching their expressions, I was the one surprised. Katherine didn’t have a look of fear or pain. The best way I can describe her expression she had the look of a kid that had just taken their first bite of a chocolate chip cookie that had been dipped in milk. Sydney on the other hand looked shocked. Katherine pressed her advantage mashing her breasts into the blonde’s tits. Sydney unlocked her grip from around Katherine's back and began trying to push the raven haired girl away from her.

"Yes!" Katherine exclaimed as she rubbed her tits into Sydney's chest.

"Get her Kat!" Riley yelled sensing her friend now had an advantage.

"Go Kat Go!" Connie began to chant and then Riley and Samantha joined while clapping in time with the words.

Nobody cheered for Sydney. I saw her boyfriend looking on with a bewildered expression. I guess deep down they all wanted to see the blonde lose. Sydney had the most regulars of the Hooter girls even more than Maria's large following. Sydney had always been nice to the rest of the girls but her looks and tips did have to arouse some jealousy amongst the other Hooter girls.

I still couldn’t tell what had Katherine so excited and Sydney so shocked until the blonde was able to push the alabaster skinned girl back a bit separating their warring jugs for an instant. The moment of separation was so quick I doubt anyone else in the room saw why Katherine was so elated, but I saw it. Sydney long nipples rested on top of Katherine's eraser sized nipples. If I hadn’t seen what happened when Katherine pulled the blonde into I wouldn’t have a clue for Katherine's excitement, but as their tits mashed together, I watched Sydney's nipple fold up as Katherine's tips pushed in and up at the base of the blonde’s pink bud. Sydney gave a painful yelp as Katherine giggled with amusement.

Riley, Samantha, and Connie continued to chant and clap as Katherine and Sydney mashed their breasts into each other. I now understood what all the subtle shoulder twitches and positioning of the boobs meant earlier they were jockeying and jousting in a nipple duel. Judging by their expressions, Katherine was hunting Sydney's nipples while the blonde was trying to protect her beaten tips from further punishment.

"Gotcha!" Katherine exclaimed and then snickered.

Sydney groaned while trying to turn her nipples away from Katherine's dominant pair. Every now and then, I would get a glimpse of Sydney's nipples either peeking out from the top of her breasts or slipping out from the side, as the blonde moved her chest to avoid the pale skinned girl’s attacking nipples. Finally, instead of pushing against Katherine's shoulders, Sydney grabbed the inside of Katherine's biceps and pushed upward and outward. The force broke Katherine's grip around the blonde’s back. Sydney stumbled backward with her big boobs bouncing free.

Sydney's long nipples were no longer standing proud and excited as they were at the beginning of the fight, now they were shriveled up as if they were trying to hide from Katherine's dominant pair. The blonde stared at the thick short stout tips that had just dominated her long pink nipples with a bewildered look. Katherine's tips stood proud on her chest as if bursting with pride or it may have been the facial expression Katherine was displaying that made me think that way.

With the two fighters separated, the rest of the audience was finally able to realize what had happened. Connie, Samantha, and Riley whooped, hollered, and encouraged Katherine, while the rest of the girls murmured to each other. Katherine played to her fans bouncing and shaking her boobs in their direction and then confidently approached Sydney. The blonde was staring down at her beaten nipples in disbelief, until she felt Katherine draw near her.

Sydney looked up from her nipples first at Katherine's approaching chest and then up at the dark haired girl’s confident expression. The blonde barely had time to turn her shoulders to the right to avoid Katherine's oncoming nipples. Just as Katherine came into striking distance, Sydney flung her tits from the right to her left smacking them into the pale girl’s globes. The blow did more than knock Katherine's tits across her chest it knocked the confident expression off her face. Sydney followed the across the boobs blow with another one from left to right. Katherine's still quaking boobs took the full brunt of the blow knocking them back across her chest.

The second blow quieted Riley, Samantha, and Connie's chanting and clapping. The blows aroused whoops and hollers from the rest of the girls. It always seems to be a crowd’s favorite to watch one set of jugs bash another set.

I was surprised when Sydney didn’t continue to strike more blows to the reeling Katherine. Instead, the blonde shoved her left jug into Katherine's quivering right tit and then roughly drug her rack across the raven haired girl’s chest. Katherine's left boob barely had time to pop free from Sydney's udders when the blonde scraped her tits back across Katherine's chest. Katherine soon returned the favor grinding her chest into the blonde’s boobs heaving her pale orbs across Sydney's chest.

Their boob rubbing was vastly different from earlier in the fight. Instead of gliding their tits across each other, their jugs seemed to steamroll the opponent. Instead of lightly grazing the nipples, Katherine and Sydney sank their tits to the base of her opponent. The result of the scrapes caused both tits to bend. This time when a boob would escape from the fray, the loose jug would spring free with more energy instead of just bouncing out. There was no more giggling, now there were only grunts of exertion or moans of discomfort.

I’m not sure if it was my imagination, but it seemed Sydney's tanned tits were yielding, a little bit more to Katherine's pale orbs more than they had earlier in the fight. With each pass across their chest, Sydney's tits appeared to give more under the pressure than Katherine's boobs. In addition, each time one of her tits popped free on the side, her jug seemed to hang a little lower on her chest, before she shoved it back into Katherine's chest.

Katherine seemed to be trying to line up her nipples with Sydney's and every time they crossed paths, she would shove her chest forward driving her nipples into the blonde’s weaker tips. Soon, Sydney tried to avoid Katherine's attacking nipples which spurred the raven haired girl to be more aggressive. The fight turned from a battle into hunter versus pray.

Katherine gave up on the boob grinding and scraping, opting to crush Sydney's rack head on. After reaching around the blonde’s back, Katherine pulled Sydney into a hug. It was no longer my imagination Katherine's jugs were clearly dominating Sydney's boobs. The pale orbs had the tanned tits nearly flattened. Sydney's poor tits ballooned out at the base of her breasts as Katherine's jugs bore into them.

Sydney broke Katherine's hold the same way she did after losing the nipple duel. The blonde looked bewildered from the shock of the new girl’s domination of her chest. With confidence, Katherine advanced on Sydney as Connie, Riley, and Samantha restarted the "go Kat go," chant.

As before, Sydney swung her tits in desperation to stop Katherine's advance. The blonde’s tanned tits slammed into Katherine's jugs. This time however, instead of standing there in shock, the pale skinned girl retaliated with a shoulder rolling boob smack of her own. Sydney winced in pain as her bigger pair got knocked back across her chest. The two fighters looked each other in the eyes for a moment and then simultaneously launched their tits at each other. There was an intense, although brief, frenzy of jug quaking tit slams that ended with Sydney retreating from the smaller, but firmer superior tits.

"No don’t!" Sydney pleaded as Katherine wrapped her arms around the blonde’s back.

While reeling Sydney into her chest, Katherine lifted her jugs over the blonde’s beaten tits and then let them rest atop Sydney’s chest. Sydney shook her head looking down at Katherine's pale jugs pushing her own boobs down against her chest and ribs. It was apparent the fight was over as Connie, Riley, and Samantha cheered Katherine's victory.

"You win," Sydney, muttered as she looked up from watching Katherine's chest pin her own boobs down, "Your tits are better than mine."

Katherine immediately released Sydney from the hug and then began jumping up and down in celebration. The dark haired girl put on quite a boob bouncing display as she jumped for joy. Everyone cheered and clapped except for Sydney's boyfriend. As Katherine continued to celebrate, Sydney massaged her beaten boobs as she blushing with embarrassment.

After her jumps for joy ended, Katherine sprinted over to Riley, Samantha, and Connie. I awkwardly stood beside Sydney as we watched the dark haired girl give each of them a hug as she thanked them for coaching her. I thought she would come back to us for a bit of gloating, but she seemed content to hang with her friends as they excitedly chatted about her win.

"I think someone is over dressed." Tamera said after clearing her throat to get everyone’s attention.

Sydney sighed dropping her head in shame. We all looked on as the busty curvy blonde hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. As the catcalls and whistles rang out, I noticed Sydney's battered nipples were back to rock hard full attention as she began to lower her bottoms. The blonde’s buns shook as she wiggled her flaring hips to ease the stretchy material down to her thighs. The catcalls turned and whistles turned to claps and cheers as Sydney bent at the waist to pick up her discarded bottoms.

"Welcome to the club." I said as I patted Sydney’s back.

She turned opening her mouth to say something, but I guess Sydney thought better of it, and then turned to slink back to her boyfriend. As she walked away, giving everybody a good look at all her bouncing undulating curves, I realized something. Sydney and I had the biggest sets of natural tits in the restaurant and we were nothing more than entertainment for the rest of the girls.

The room buzzed with chatter from the last fight with lots of stares over in Sydney's direction while her boyfriend hugged her and then had a hushed conversation. As I stood by myself, Ryoko sidled up to me with a big grin on her face.

"Guess we’re not the center of attention anymore." Ryoko mused nodding her head in Sydney's direction.

"Disappointed?" I asked with a smile.

Ryoko grinned.

"Hey, what’s the entertainment for tonight?" I asked, "I still owe you for that spanking."

Ryoko shrugged her shoulders indicating she didn’t know what we were supposed to do for entertainment.

"All you naked bitches go get us some snacks!" Tamera ordered.

The noise level of the conversation rose as Ryoko and I started to head for the stairs of the basement behind Alexis who was already about to climb the stairs.

"Except for you Sydney." Tamera continued and then crooked her finger signaling that she wanted to have a word with the blonde.

I watched Sydney break from her boyfriend’s embrace and then make her way toward Tamera. I watched Charlie intently staring at his girlfriends butt and noticed the bulge in the crotch of his pants. With a giggle, I nudged Ryoko's arm with my elbow to get her attention. I nodded with my head in Charlie’s direction. It took a moment for Ryoko to understand what I wanted her to see, but when she did, the Asian burst into laughter. I guess Charlie could feel us looking at him, because he tore his eyes away from his Sydney's ass to look in our direction. Ryoko was still laughing as I looked him in the eye and then let my eyes drift down to his crotch. After changing my focus from his crotch to his eyes, Charlie blushed profusely. I shook my head in mock disapproval. I joined in Ryoko's laughter when Charlie could no longer hold my gaze and then fidgeted with his hands nervously while he tapped his right foot on the floor.

As Ryoko and I made our way up the steps, I noticed Katherine bounding up them behind us. She hadn’t bothered to put her top back on. By the time we made it to the top of the stairs, Katherine had caught up with us. It was hard not to notice her victorious bouncing boobs.

"Congratulations," I said as Ryoko opened the door that led out of the basement.

"Thanks!" Katherine beamed.

"That was impressive." I praised, "Sydney has beaten some pretty good racks."

Katherine continued to gush with pride.

"Not really, she only beat Alexis and …" Ryoko started to scoff and then stopped herself before she insulted Katherine's friend Riley.

"But she did beat Riley." I said to fill the awkward void of silence. "Hey, how did you come up with that nipple thing?" I asked to change the subject

I was also curious with Katherine being so new to titfighting. I had seen some of the local girls nipple fight, but knew Darla or I hadn’t mentioned anything about it to the Hooter girls.

"Connie did," Katherine, answered, "She is a life saver!"

"Really," I commented wondering what else Connie might have told the raven haired girl.

"Yeah, Samantha and Riley had been coaching me since my fight with Riley, and then Connie made a few suggestions." Katherine said. "Oh, my, gosh, it was such a power
rush to feel her nipples bend."

Ryoko and I listened with interest.

"They just kept bending and then her nipples felt softer." Katherine continued. "Samantha told me that whenever I found a weakness to keep pushing, so I did, and then Sydney tried avoiding my nipples. From then on, it seemed like the more I pushed the softer her boobs got, it was weird."

Katherine kept telling us how she won the fight until we were at the bottom of the steps that led up to the bedrooms. I had stopped listening to Katherine as soon as she mentioned Connie and wondered what else the blonde had told the trio of Samantha, Riley, and Katherine. As Katherine talked I noticed Ryoko looking down at the black haired girl’s boobs with envy.

"Well, time to put the babies away and get dressed." Katherine said with a giggle.

"Fucking Connie," I muttered as I joined Ryoko in heading to the kitchen.

"What?" Ryoko asked.

"Nothing," I muttered wondering what Connie might be scheming.

When Ryoko, Alexis, and I had made it back down to the basement, Hailey had poor Sydney standing in front of her, her boyfriend, and Shelby juggling her tits for their amusement. The deep blush had not faded from the blonde’s face. Sydney's boyfriend stood close by but no actually in the group. He had a slightly amused expression and still had a prominent bulge in his pants.

We quickly distributed the drinks and snacks. Everyone was a buzz talking about the Katherine versus Sydney fight. The rest of the Hooter girls hardly picked on Ryoko, Alexis, and I with the newly available Sydney to play with. Sydney had made her way around to all the little cliques before Tamera had us start the entertainment. Just as Tamera started to speak up, Katherine came down the stairs fully clothed and grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, who’s in the mood to see some dancing?" Tamera asked.

The room erupted in cheers.

"Sounds unanimous to me," Tamera said.

Hailey rushed over to her old radio she used for working out. With a smile, the brown haired girl put on some rap music. I was not amused I hate rap but I decided to make the best of it and put on a good show.

"Dance bitches," Rolonda yelled over the cheers and whistles, "I wanna see those money makers shake!"

I shook my tits and then leaned forward facing Darla, Emma, Maria, and Andrea. I was about to give my hanging jugs another shake until I felt a soft set of tits push against my back. I froze for a moment wondering what was happening and then felt a pair of hands palm my tits.

"Just go with it." Ryoko whispered in my ear.

The Asian girl fondled, shook, and bounced my tits in her hands to the rhythm of the beat. Ryoko's tits felt great pressed into my back and I felt her humping me from behind. I ground my hips back into Ryoko's crotch.

I noticed Emma laughing her ass off standing beside Darla. I had expected Darla to be doing the same but she was watching us intently. I couldn’t gauge my girlfriend’s reaction. I didn’t know if she was turned on or jealous. I was about to turn up the heat and really put on a show until I heard a loud cheer.

I looked over to see what all the commotion was about and then dropped my jaw. Sydney was bent over bouncing her ass up and down. The blonde’s ass cheeks were clapping. I was stunned at the lewdness Sydney was displaying.

"Someone is an attention whore." Ryoko mused and then turned me to face Connie, Dan, Riley, Samantha, and Katherine.

I continued to let her play with my boobs as we ground into each other to the beat of the song. I’m not sure if it was Sydney or Ryoko and I, but Dan was hard as a rock. Connie snuggled against Dan as she split her viewing time between Sydney and Ryoko and I. It was impossible to miss the giggles and laughter as we danced like strippers to the beat of the song. When the song ended, we received a round of applause with lots of whistles.

"Not bad bitches!" Tamera said of our performance. "Ro, Connie, are you ready?"

We all turned to see Rolonda and Connie nodding their head.

"Alright, we got a special challenge between Ro and Connie." Tamera continued.

Everyone whooped and hollered as Rolonda and Connie removed their tops and bras. Connie was the first to head towards me after she handed Dan her clothes. Ryoko, Alexis, and Sydney melted away from me to blend in with the crowd the best they could for the next match. Rolonda took her time before joining Connie and I in the middle of the room. I noticed Connie studying her opponent as she approached to stand in front of the blonde.

Connie’s eyes wandered up and down her foe's body, comparing every detail of the ebony girl’s curves and her dark roasted coffee colored skin. I followed Connie’s lead, watching a smooth neck flare out into Rolonda’s well defined shoulders. Her arms with small, but well defined muscles drew my eye downward, I lingered, and much like Connie had, on her breasts. In comparison, Rolonda's tits hung on her chest about as low as Connie's did, but they seemed dense as the blonde’s and those nipples while a bit shorter and thinner matched Connie's in stiffness. As I watched, Rolonda cupped her boobs, and they maintained their shape as she lifted them. They fell back heavily. While they certainly shook, they stayed notably firm; I could tell Connie was in for a good battle.

"Hey Kara, before we get this started we want to have nipple duel." Connie said just as I was about to ask if they had any questions.

I looked over at Rolonda who was nodding her head with a smile on her face. Before I said anything, I looked to Tamera to make sure she was fine with the nipple dual. Tamera nodded.

"Okay, um, how do you want to do this?" I asked after turning back from Tamera.

"We go until the loser’s nips are bent and she admits it." Connie explained.

"Are you good with this Ro?" I asked with a bit of concern.

I was a little worried that Rolonda was going to engage her first nipple duel with Connie. While I didn’t think Connie had the greatest nipples, she did have experience and that counted for a lot. I wanted Rolonda and I thought the nipple duel would put her at a disadvantage.

"Damn right!" Rolonda answered. "Let’s get this over with so I can go claim my prize."

Given last week’s disaster, I wanted to warn Rolonda that the trash talk might not be a good idea, but didn’t want to open myself up the rehashing of last week’s humiliation, so I kept my mouth shut. Connie stood facing Rolonda not saying anything. She had a quiet confident expression as she watched Rolonda eye her boyfriend. I noticed Dan grinning and then nod his head at Rolonda.

I guess now that he knew more about our little fight night he seemed more relaxed. Instead of fidgeting with his hands he hand them resting on his hips waiting for his girlfriend to fight for him. After Rolonda turned to face Connie, Dan gave Connie a wink and a nod she smiled back at Dan then turned to face her opponent.

"Ready?" I asked.

Both nodded as they cupped their tits while bringing their breast just close touching. I grinned, awaiting the beginning of the nipple fight. I took just a moment to re-compare their nipples, as they were poised to strike. Now that they were facing off, I was able to confirm Rolonda's nipples were just a bit smaller and thinner than Connie’s was but not by much. The color contrast was significant. Rolonda's tips and areola was darker than the rest of her skin while Connie's reddish brown nipples stood out in contrast to her pale skin.

"Fight!" I yelled after Rolonda cleared her throat to get my attention.

Rolonda’s reaction didn’t surprise me when she brought her nipples against Connie’s pair. She pursed her lips and inhaled sharply, almost whistling as Connie leaned forward just enough to send her left nip against Rolonda’s right tip. Rolonda looked down to watch the two stiff peaks match up, even shifting her torso so that her right nipple scraped and slid against Connie's left nub. Both nipples bent slightly, springing back before the two women repeated the same motion in reverse. Connie’s breast seemed to push forward on the next pass, slightly pressing Rolonda's pair as she made a slow thrust at the ebony girl’s pert nips. Rolonda grunted, and tried pushing back, but Connie had pulled away, so the blonde's nipples thrust at empty air.

Connie cupped her left breast and attacked swiftly, stabbing at Rolonda's right nipple. I took heart that Rolonda was a fast learner, as she tried to move her tit out of the way, but didn't move fast enough. Connie's nipple stabbed at the dark areola, and she flicked Rolonda's tip with her own. Again, both nipples bent, as Connie’s went to her left, and Rolonda's flicked upward, before both tips regained their form. Rolonda tried another strike, and while Connie was faster, pulling away from the stabbing motion, the former did not let up, landing the next blow with a stab to Connie’s right areola. Connie winced but didn't slow her own attack, striking back with a swift thrust. The blow glanced off of Rolonda's heavy breast, missing the nipple, I noticed, but not by much.

Regardless of the margin of the miss, Rolonda took advantage, sending a shot at Connie's left tip. Connie met the thrust, and both nipples collided. The combatants winced, and Connie grunted, but added another shot with her other breast, scraping her nipple across Rolonda's left areola. Rolonda grimaced, but pulled back and tried to twist her torso to scrape. It seemed effective, as Connie's breasts pulled back. Both women were watching their turgid peaks duel it out, each nipple flicking against its counterpart. I was impressed with Rolonda's ability to quickly acclimate herself in the art of nipple dueling.

There certainly didn't seem to be a favorite in the nipple fight. As I watched, the two women ceased their stabbing attempts and moved to a more grinding motion. Connie's nipples pushed as she ground, though, and occasionally, her tips would push Rolonda's areola in, caving the prickly flesh just for a moment before it would push back out. Rolonda's nips seemed to be more focused on scraping across Connie's stiff nubs, flicking at their tips, and forcing them to bend before they sprang back to their original position.

I wondered if there would be a winner, or if both women would call it a draw. They were still grinding, and neither one tried to avoid contact as they began insisting on nipple to nipple contact. Everyone watching was obviously intent. The room was quiet save for the shuffling sound of flesh on flesh.

Connie suddenly pulled back and thrust forward. The attack certainly surprised Rolonda, who groaned as she felt Connie's thick nips stab into her areola, denting them for a moment. Connie repeated the move, and Rolonda moved a second too late, allowing Connie's spikes another blow. Rolonda let out a guttural grunt as she reached up for Connie's shoulders, letting her breasts fall against her chest. Connie used the time to measure another blow, stabbing with her right nipple at the base of Rolonda's left tip.

I could tell Rolonda was quickly growing uncomfortable. She fired her own shot into Connie's left tip, the blonde grunted, but still managed to land yet another blow. This time, as Rolonda had released her big tits, Connie's blow not only hit the left nipple, but also slightly compressed the left breast, flattening it so the front end of the gland became vertical, but only for a moment. Rolonda thrust upward, further pushing her tit inward she winced.

Connie seemed to smell blood in the nipple fight and began alternating her blows, first from the left and then from the right, in a flurry that might have impressed Ali. Connie seemed so focused, I watched her batter her opponent again. I was now worried for Rolonda.

Rolonda seemed to know she was losing but gamely fought, hoping to land a blow that would stop momentum that the blonde had gained. Some of the blows were becoming smacks, the wet sound echoing off the walls. Connie finally landed a massive blow with both tits and Rolonda yelled.

"Fuck!" reverberated around the room, and a couple of the girls gasped.

"Yes!" I heard Riley exclaim.

Connie pulled away just enough to present her victory to the group. Rolonda's nipples were both bent outward, pointing away from her chest, and Connie grinned as she looked down. Rolonda groaned as her broken tips came into view, whispering something as she looked down at the damage Connie had wrought once again. Rolonda's first experience, however, was not over.

Connie slid away, allowing Rolonda's nipples to regain their original position on her chest. They looked slightly smaller and softer, but they still stood out. Connie grinned and lightly brushed Rolonda's left tip with her own hard spike. Rolonda's nipple bent and folded under the pressure as Connie's nips asserted their dominance. The usually talkative Rolonda was silent as she watched Connie's victorious nipples have their way with her beaten tips.

"Here's the deal, Rolonda," Connie said, clearly over the crowd. "You have a choice. Do you concede? Do I have better nipples? Or do I prove it by flattening them in front of this adoring crowd?"

Rolonda glowered at Connie, but some part of her seemed to understand that was, in fact, a generous gesture.

"Fuck, you got the better nipples. You beat mine." Rolonda muttered but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Break?" I asked.

Rolonda and Connie nodded, I could tell Rolonda was frustrated. Both women walked away from one another, taking a break. Connie headed to her group of Dan, Riley, Samantha, and Katherine while Rolonda slunk over to Tamera and Jacqueline. Connie excitedly chatted with her group while Rolonda received what I guessed were words of encouragement from Tamera as she gripped Rolonda by her shoulders while she talked. The break was short.

Rolonda and Connie met at the center of the room. Rolonda refused to look at anything but Connie's jugs. Connie smiled as she watched the black girl focus on her tits. They took a couple of steps forward standing tit to tit.

"Ready?" I asked.

Neither girl said anything or nodded as they focused on her opponent, so I assumed they were eager to finish the fight.

"Fight!" I yelled.

Connie pushed forward first, and Rolonda followed as soon as she could. The result was two pairs of breasts pushing towards each other at almost the same time. Connie's breast seemed to push further in, as both breasts flattened slightly at the tip, creating a dark vertical line between the breasts where they touched, but Rolonda's breasts compressed more. The difference was made even greater by the complete color contrast of their breasts. I was now even more worried for Rolonda watching Connie's pale flesh invade Rolonda's darker space.

The next pass did nothing to dissuade my thought process, as Connie launched her left breast at Rolonda's right. The ebony girl’s boob shook and danced with the impact, bending away from Connie's powerful blow before settling and shimmying on her chest once more.

But Rolonda did not actually wilt. A huge smack filled the room as she shot her right breast that had just received the blow across both women's chests, slamming into Connie's right orb. Connie’s own breast shook now, quivering with impact, and it might have stopped if Rolonda hadn't thrown another shot from her left breast into Connie's still shaking right tit. Connie pulled back but Rolonda pressed forward, sending both her tits forward. As the moving target was harder to hit, the blow that struck was glancing, but still made the once confident Connie wince. While Rolonda's tits did not seem to be as firm, they were obviously causing some pain.

Cursing, Connie thrust forward, and both women groaned as their tits slapped against one another. The next blow wasn't so much a slap. Both women slammed their tits together, and each breast compressed at the tip, flattening the front half of Rolonda's breasts, but the compression occurred further into Rolonda's tits. Both fighters yelped and Rolonda grabbed Connie's arms. Connie locked her fingers around the forearms of the black girl and they began pushing their tits together less violently, but more consistently. Neither, it seemed wanted to continue with such vicious tit-boxing. Rolonda still swung her torso more than Connie, though did, pulling her left boob back to slam it (with much less force this time) into Connie's right jug. Both tits jiggled before they pushed their breasts together again. They ground for a few moments before Connie returned the short-slam favor, pulling back her whole torso and crashing into Rolonda's rack.

Rolonda grunted as her flesh was slightly pushed out at the side while Connie kept her breasts buried into Rolonda's jugs. The blonde groaned as Connie began pushing ever so slightly, ensuring her chest was boring into the center of Rolonda's jugs. Rolonda pushed back, and the suddenness of the movement forced the blonde off of her. Rolonda took the opportunity to slam her breasts into Connie's once more, a thunderous blow. This time Connie stepped back as her left breast was pushed up noticeably. Rolonda had gained some confidence, it seemed. Connie threw her right breast into Rolonda's left, with a loud clap. The swing connected on the inside of Rolonda's breast, forcing her flesh outward, toward her arm. Rolonda's gaze flickered down to her breast shaking all over the place. Connie saw the distraction and alternated the shot, landing a direct hit on Rolonda's right breast and repeating almost exactly the same motion she'd caused with Rolonda's left teat. Connie thrust forward again, trying to place her boobs between Rolonda's jiggling orbs. Rolonda swung back, though, slamming the inside of her left tit against the outside of Connie's right breast, causing Connie's jug to flail outward. Connie winced, and Rolonda took advantage.

The ebony girl battered Connie's breasts with her own, unleashing a salvo of shots into the blonde’s poor udders. Connie's tits began shaking all over her chest, and even as she put her hands on Rolonda's shoulders, the dark skinned girl pushed against Connie with her hands on the blonde’s waist. They struggled, Connie trying to pull and Rolonda trying to push. Rolonda still managed to keep swinging somehow, landing a few solid blows. One of them slammed directly into Connie's right breast, and the result was Rolonda and Connie's breasts splashing outward, compressing at their tips, and then ballooning away at the sides.

I wondered at that moment if Connie was going to win or not. She'd been in control much of the fight, but the momentum seemed to be shifting in Rolonda's favor. Remembering my fight with Connie I knew not to count the blonde out of the fight just yet.

I continued to watch the contest as did everyone else in silence, as the breasts met one another with startling frequency. The slapping became almost rhythmic, and each blow was paired with Connie’s reddening flesh and Rolonda's darkening color folding in amongst the other. Connie's breasts were shaking more freely, and I felt myself lick my lips as I imagined her on her knees, worshipping Rolonda's tits while the ebony girl taunted her about what she was going to do with Dan. I wanted that moment to happen in front of everyone.

Rolonda's blows were moving faster, forcing more and more of Connie's heavy breasts outward when they landed. Sometimes the strike pushed Connie's tits up, but others, Rolonda seemed focused on landing the inside-to-outside blows. Connie responded in kind, each slap sending an almost shimmer of titflesh, before the blurring stopped and the mammary settled.

Rolonda gave as good as she got, sending waves of impact through Connie’s quickly softening tits. Rolonda's tits weren't holding up as well, either, and when Connie landed her own shots, both pairs of breasts were shaking and wobbling all over the place. They never returned their own grind, and kept the distance between them with their arms, circling. Just as the action began to seem redundant, Rolonda let loose a massive shot, and the slap became a thunderous blow that caused several of the girls and guys to gasp. Connie grunted and fell backwards, landing on her ass.

"Get up, bitch so I can finish those pale udders off," Rolonda hissed.
While they were fighting, it had been civil. I guess Rolonda decided to keep her mouth shut when she was losing and now that she seemed to have the upper hand she could no longer hold back. Connie shot up, and slammed her whole body forward. Rolonda had time to react, but seemingly, not enough, as Connie landed a direct hit. Rolonda groaned this time, and her tits both splashed outward. Her dark flesh ballooned out, but regained its shape as Connie pulled back. Rolonda thrust her own tits forward desperately, making contact between her right mammary and Connie's left. Connie's right tit glanced, Rolonda's left, but Rolonda's blow with her right compressed Connie's jug impressively. The blonde’s tit was pushed back farther than it had been at any other point in the fight, a sign of them weakening.

I couldn't help but wonder what shape her tits were in. They were battering Rolonda's pair, but also taking some heavy shots, and jiggling all over her chest. I watched Rolonda take over for a few blows, landing three consecutively. Connie looked tired and in pain, but wasn't obviously ready to give up. She launched her left breast into Rolonda's right, and then followed suit with her right tit.

That blow was a particularly solid strike. Rolonda's left tit actually molded itself around the strike, and while Connie's heavy, tits compressed at the point of impact, Rolonda's seemed to spill away. It was sudden, unlike some of the other fights, but unsurprising that it would happen so quickly, given that both women were swinging so violently. Rolonda groaned as she felt her tits' resistance break, and Connie continued alternating blows. With two more strikes, both of Rolonda's breasts had bent, bested by the blonde’s powerful jugs.

Connie sighed as she slowed her strikes, showing her dominance by pushing her tits, which still flattened more than they had, into Rolonda's shivering teats. Connie's jugs pushed Rolonda's beaten flesh around, shifting the loose flesh up, then down, and to the sides at whatever direction Connie's malicious whim desired. Connie pushed them around until Rolonda finally relented.

"I give!" Rolonda yelled.

Connie pulled away, letting Rolonda's boobs drop against her chest, beaten and probably bruised. They certainly looked softer as Connie raised her hands in victory, while Rolonda held her hands on her hips, breathing hard. I was disappointed as Connie thrust her victorious jugs for all to see as she did a victory twirl giving everyone a chance to ogle her winning rack. Rolonda remained in place with her hands on her hips as Connie stepped forward after her victory twirl. Rolonda cocked her head to her right as she watched Connie reach out to fondle Rolonda's dark beaten breasts.

"You are going to hold up your end of the agreement," Connie asked while rubbing Rolonda's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, "Aren’t you?"

"Yeah, but I’m not eating pussy," Rolonda barked, "Just remember that."

"Sure, like we agreed, but feel free if you change your mind." Connie laughed.

"That ain’t happening!" Rolonda said.

"We will see, but now, do you know what time it is?" Connie asked.

Rolonda refused to answer.

"I will admit, Ro," Connie twittered with glee, "These things put up a good fight, but now it’s time for them to join the "I’ve been beaten by Connie's jugs club.""
Rolonda sighed as Connie, still holding Rolonda's tits by her nipples, slapped the ebony’s girl’s jugs together.

"Poor beaten nipples," Connie cooed then kissed first the right then Rolonda's left nipple.

I noticed the dark teats harden after Connie's pink lips gave them a peck. I had to give Connie credit; the blonde knew how to celebrate her victories. Connie made a big show of positioning her mouth just behind Rolonda's right nipple before she began to give the beaten udder a hickie. Rolonda gasped as the blonde sucked the dark flesh into her mouth. As Connie gave Rolonda's left boob a hickie, I noticed the proud boyfriend grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, Kara, I need to borrow your apartment tonight." Connie said.

I nodded.

"Great," Connie beamed.

"Anybody else?" Tamera asked looking pissed.

Nobody spoke up.

"Alright, let’s work out the schedules." Tamera ordered.

Sydney looked a little depressed and worried while she, Ryoko, Alexis, and I waited our turns to pick our shifts for the week. It took a while but I was able to negotiate a heavy schedule since a lot of the girls were leaving town for the Christmas break.

After informing Darla, she needed to give Connie my apartment key, I started to head up the stairs to dress. Before I could climb them, Tamera approached us with Maria following close behind.

"Hey, you girls hungry?" Tamera asked. "I want to discuss some things with you."

I shrugged my shoulders when Darla looked to me for an answer. Darla nodded her head and then I headed up to get dressed. Up in the room, the four of us, Sydney, Ryoko, Alexis, and I dressed quietly. I wanted to ask Sydney some questions but the busty blonde seemed lost in thought so I made a quick exit out of the bedroom. I did make it down in time to see Dan and Connie leading Rolonda out of the house.

"You ready?" Tamera asked.

I nodded then began following Tamera, Darla, Emma, and Andrea out of Hailey and Alexis's house. I was wondering what Tamera had on her mind.