Enjoy the story of my introduction to catfights.
I had a shitty Friday at work and decided to go to a bar to blow off some steam. I sat down at the bar to look around for a cute guy to go home with, and I found one. The problem was that he was flirting with another girl, a pretty and tanned brunette in a yellow cropped tank top and low-rise jeans. The two didn't look like they were a thing yet, but still, he would've usually been off-limits to me. After the shitty day that I had, I thought only about getting what I wanted, plus I knew she wouldn't be a problem for me. I had a better body, I was a blonde, and I was dressed to impress. I was in a long-sleeved black minidress with a plunging square neckline.
I joined them and started flirting with him. This made the other girl visibly upset, but I didn't care. A few minutes later, things got heated up. He got quite handsy with me, and I took it as a cue. I leaned my body against him and went for a kiss. Before I could kiss him, the other girl grabbed my hair and pulled my face away from him. She said:
-What do you think you are doing?
-Get your hands off of me, bitch.
-I said what the hell are you doing?
-You lost bitch. Next time, choose somebody in your own league.
She lost her shit and started attacking me. I had never been in a fight, but I was not about to give up. I decided to fight back. I was on pure adrenaline and instinct. I grabbed her hair with one hand and started punching her head with the other. We were hair-locked with each other, with no room to throw proper punches. I punched her in the stomach, which hurt her quite badly. I let my hair go for a moment, and I opened a little distance between us. We started wildly throwing punches at each other. One of my punches caught her good and knocked her to the ground.
Instinctively, I pounced on her like a predator on a prey. I was a bit overeager, which helped her throw me off of her using my own momentum. She got on top of me, and we started to struggle and roll on the ground. Eventually, I overpowered her and straddled her. I started punching her. She tried to cover her head, but I always found a way to punch her. She was desperately kicking her legs, trying to throw me off, but I held steady. Realizing just defending wouldn't work, she reached for my dress and pulled my tits out of them. I pushed my tits back into my dress and grabbed her wrist, and pinned them to the ground to stop her from exposing me. Then I thought that the only thing that matters is winning, so I let go of her wrists and started punching her again. I was hammering at her head, but it was not enough to hurt her. Meanwhile, she had exposed my tits and was going for my panties. I started to doubt if I had made the right decision. I had to change something and fast. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head sideways with my left hand, and started punching her temple using my knuckle instead of hammering. She started going limp, and only a few punches later, she was completely knocked out.
I stood up to thundering applause. As I was looking at the unconscious brunette lying at my feet, I had never felt that good in my life. I didn't know I could do that to another girl only using my own body. As I was pushing my tits back into my dress, fixing my panties and dress. The guy we were fighting swept me off my feet, and we started making out. I went home with him immediately after that and had the best sex of my life. Still, the sex was nowhere near as good as the fight.
