My thanks to both the original of Alice and to Jonica for their comments , you ladies are wonderful.---
“That old hag, I wouldn’t waste my time” I drank some more beer.
“You wouldn’t say that to her face.”
“No Deb; you’re right and the reason is I’d never have to, she’d go to any length to avoid me.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” I turned, it was Tessa- Bethlin’s stupid slut, “she’s a tough bitch and she’s proven it again. You didn’t fight it out with her, oh no, you went up to the club board and got a ruling about the territory. You wouldn’t go head to head with her. “
I spat, “She’s not worth it!”
This whole issue had pissed me off. Alice Osmond was another Deerhunter repo girl-well if you can call someone in their early 40s a girl, I called her a bitch. She was a tough bitch too Tessa was right about that. Alice was an inch or so taller than me and about the same build, bigger boobs and a slightly smaller belly- perhaps she weighed 155 lbs.
The club had allotted her a repo territory next to me. She claimed that Orchid Towers, a big housing tract, was in her area. It wasn’t, it was in mine and it was worth a lot- there were always- well several times a week, repos there. And the fees were good. And the people were stupid, white trash, African American women with tribes of kids and no man about, Mexican illegals, little scared Asians; pushovers the lot of them. And fun, I’d got plenty of kicks out of dealing with some of them. Orchid Towers, the name said it all, just the sort of fancy name the city would dress up a pathetic block of apartments where the elevators didn’t work, where there were drug deals in daylight, where people were scared and where the Deerhunters could do as they liked. The police never went there.
I turned to Deb, “So what is Joe up to at the moment?” I ignored Tessa. She wasn’t worth anything either.
The next night I was back at the bar again, drinking with Meg Fallon, her guy Jensen had been recently voted in as a vice president of the Chicago chapter of the Deerhunters. Will had organised the vote for him- or rather as Meg well knew, I’d told Will what to do and he had done it. I wasn’t my parents’ child for nothing; I’d learned how to get the vote in with my ABC; I’d been working with the Union local, the Democratic caucus and just about every county, state and national election since I was old enough to talk. And Meg was grateful, and just perhaps that had something to do with how the club ruled Orchid Towers was my territory. But it was more than that; there was going to be a new regime, the club was going to clean up its act. Yes that might mean no more just within the law activities like the repo but more importantly it would mean no more drugs and we women wouldn’t be possessions to be traded or used. And Will was going to be part of that new regime; Jensen had put his name forward to be a sergeant at arms.
"Did you say I wasn't worth anything?" I turned round, it was Alice Osborn, and right with her was that tale bearing slut Tessa.
I dropped my drink, the glass shattered on the floor. I blanched, hell I wasn't scared but I was damn well surprised, still I just knew people would think I was scared unless I did something. So there was one thing for it- be bold Jenn I told myself. "Yes I did, and I was right and Tessa isn't worth anything either. You're both sluts!
And my dark side told me. "Yes that was the way to win friends and influence people. Especially when you have Meg there, someone you want to help you out in the future, someone who you're sucking up to right this minute, And someone who doesn't like this old mob violence."
I told it to mind its own business. This was my cred at stake. I glared at Alice.
"Is that so Peccavi, well you're not worth much either, but you and I have an issue, some bad blood- yes the Orchid Towers territory.”
"But the club had decided that."
"So you're too scared to fight me for it? Yes I'm calling you out slut! Here and now!"
I looked at Meg, she looked back, shaking her head. I told the dark side it was wrong, that Meg expected me to fight this woman; she hated Alice as much as I did Alice’s guy was a sergeant at arms too, one of the old gang, one of Arka's crew, one of the sort Meg’s Jensen wanted out of the club. No, Meg hated her, but she'd not fight, no a Veep's woman didn't fight a sergeants bitch, no, she expected me to. After all, as I'd said before 'Why have a dog and bark yourself.' And if I weren't Meg's dog that so far as the gang went I just knew I was her bitch. I just knew fight this bitch; I had no option; I'd lose any cred if I didn’t. I glared at Alice. "OK, you hag you're on. Meg, you're the Veep's girl you set some rules for us."
And Meg did, she said there were to be no men, not even our guys, that we were to fight topless, to a knockout, she would ref and she set the date- the next night a Friday. And she passed the word round so that that Friday night there was a throng of women at the grassy strip at the back of Orchid Towers. I just knew she arranged that site for two reasons. One was to show the residents the gang meant business, she wanted to scare the shit out of them, and what better way than to have a pack of biker women milling around watching a fight. And the other reason was to humiliate the loser, I just couldn’t lose, I’d have no cred if any of the –residents- that is not quite the right word for the people who lived at Orchid Towers- but then inmate isn’t quite the right word either- spread the word around my area that I’d lost.
I still don't know how Meg got the guys to stay away, perhaps she got her guy to warn them off, I just know there were none there. I'd had a bad time telling Will we weren't going out that night. I just knew he thought I was cheating on him, he knew I wasn't going to Chatro, he suspected the worst. Like he always did, I just knew he had cheated on me many times, but it was so different if I were to do it.
So there we were, late that Friday night, no guys there, with no lights on in the courtyard, they were probably smashed anyway, , the only light being flares stuck in oil drums. Girls were betting, and the odds were dead even. I was not in the ring even though I was only wearing shorts, the flares put out more heat than light. I'd pulled my top off and thrown it to Deb, she'd come close, I'd blown a kiss, she'd come closer and the kiss turned into a long deep tonguing.
I'd turned to Meg as she gave the simple rules. I stood up in the ring and glared at Alice, I just hated that bitch and all her cronies, Tessa and all the old Deerhunter hierarchy. Deb massaged my neck; she rubbed a bit of liniment ointment into my back, my neck, my upper arms. One of Tessa's bitches was doing the same for Alice. And when I saw Meg, I knew there was another reason I was fighting, she so hated Tessa, I just knew she saw Tessa as the standard bearer for all that was wrong in the Deerhunters, the old ways of crime, of thuggery, and I just knew she saw Alice as a part of that. After all Tessa's guy was also a chapter Veep and Alice's guy was his man.
I moved to the centre of the ring. "OK bitch, let's do this!"
Girls roared as we went to our respective corners, I saw Alice's girlfriend slip in gum shield; she kissed her good luck kiss. Deb did the same for me. My pulse quickened, I felt my nipples stiffen in anticipation. Meg rang the bell, I closed on Alice quickly, determined to make the first strike; I thrust my left shoulder forward, keeping my body hunched as I lashed out: my right fist aimed at Alice's midriff; my left up defensively. Somehow my mind marked how the bare knuckles all but glowed in the dim light. Alice grunted as my fist struck, it would have left an imprint on her pale belly. I thrust again but her fist slammed over my defensive left hand, descending on my temple. The blow jarred me, I shook off the cobwebs that momentarily descended; Alice distanced herself, bobbing and weaving around, wasting energy. And again somehow my mind marked how her heavy breasts hardly swayed as she moved. Once more I closed, shoulder leading - I wasn’t wasting time dancing round on the grass; I wanted to hurt this bitch. I sent another hard jab aimed at her middle, just above the last blow, my left this time not defending but sent in to her flank.
And I heard one of the girls whisper ":they are slugging it out already"
I heard a soft hiss as my punch hit, the rush of air forced from Alice’s lungs. She groaned, her boobs swung she twisted inside, within my reach lifting a deep right into my waistband It hit I faltered, stepping back just in time to dodge a swift left cross she had aimed for my mouth. I ignored some cat calls from Alice’s claque, telling her 'Hit her hard she’s weak in the gut.”
I spat, the glob landed on her cheek, I hissed “slut!” as my punch landed. For a moment the crowd was hushed, so quiet I could hear Alice’s heavy breathing, our punches thudding.
Again I stepped forward aiming a blow at her belly She broke the silence with a low groan; I felt her hot breath on my face as air again rushed from her lungs. She stumbled forward, wiping my spittle from her cheek and sent another punch to my gut. Neither of us was defending, just trading blows, toe to toe. Her punch hit home, I groaned but stood up, sending another punch –I just knew if I kept slugging her belly she’d weaken. So my blow was aimed at the pit of her stomach. And she groaned, her legs buckled she fell forward, her arms around my shoulders almost as if she was cuddling me.
I stepped back a pace, hissing softly into her ear, I'll have you bitch...every way possible!' She came with me, it would have been just about impossible for her not to, she still held onto me. I sent a punch into her side, then tried to use my weight, shoving forward, planting my foot in the damp grass. I wanted to force her back, to make her stagger, to make her hit the ropes just a foot or so behind her.
We were both sweating, gasping but I just knew I was winning, a bit more I told myself and I’d destroy this bitch.
She hit the ropes; I just knew from her gasp, from the shock on her face that the ropes burned into her back, that she was starting to panic. I pushed harder, she groaned.
Then I was flying back, the bitch had hit my jaw, I reeled, surprised; one moment I’d had her, the next she was pounding me, her blows forcing me back. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you!”I hissed struggling to regain my stance’. She didn’t let up, no not for a moment; she sent punch after punch to my mouth, my eyes, my whole face. I groaned, she was hammering me; my face was a mass of pain, as it would be a mass of bruises tomorrow. I hit the ropes, and it had only been a few seconds since I had the slut on the ropes myself! I slammed a desperate punch at her belly.
It hit! Her legs buckled, her guard dropped, she staggered, her mouth made that oh so familiar O of agony. I almost could not believe it Alice had so very nearly had me. And yet here she was dropping back. I was in with a chance again. And I was just going to make the most of it. I slammed another punch into her belly, packing all my remaining strength and force, willing it to damage her badly. And it did, it sank deep into her gut. She spasmed she dropped to her knees, her head pressed against my damp crotch. And Meg began to count her out! The crowd erupted, my supporters cheering and shouting my name, Alice’s cronies calling on her to get up, to take the fight to me.
And she did, scrambling to her feet at the count of 8, raising her fists to signal her desire to continue. And Meg said “Box on!”
And I did, closing on Alice as her fists were still raised, aiming two low down- so low they were barely ‘legal’ -punches as we all but clinched. The crowd had fallen silent again. Alice, damn the bitch, guessed what I was about, she brought one arm down and blocked my blows. I swung away to give myself a bit of room and she slammed her left across to my open mouth. And again I reeled, battered, and through the cobwebs of a half stunned mind, I thought this bitch has more comebacks than an opera singer. I was foolish, raising my hands up to protect my face
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Alice smirked, “Bad idea, lifting r guard.”She shuddered as her left dug low, deep into the pit of my generous belly I knew, I just knew it sank in almost to the wrist. She sent me all but flying into the ropes. And as she did so she boldly drilled a blistering right squarely at my erect left nipple
I heard one of her claque of girls scream "finish her!
Alice wasn’t leaving me alone, she kept pounding me and I knew that I’d slump to the grass if the ropes “Oh fuck fuck fuck!” and as she continued girls tittered about an older woman owning me in front of this crowd. Some were touching themselves, visibly aroused. Growing bolder by the instant, Alice crossed her left to the side of my right breast, lightly just lifting it gently. She was mocking me.
And all I could think of was to send another wild, desperate, last ditch punch. I was much weakened, I just knew I should have tried some other tactic but I guess I was half punch drunk. I just couldn’t make my body do what my mind told it to.
And the bitch knew what I was on about, my punch was telegraphed and my friends and more importantly my enemies looked at the spectacle of an older woman picking me apart every which way, not only was she pounding at my boobs and my belly, working my body fiercely but –and she knew it damnit- she was humiliating me, and worse still she was making me almost long for her to overpower me, I was near that fearful state I’ve only been in a few times when I want – and yet I don’t want- to be destroyed, that horny oh so turned on state. If I didn’t break free she’d have me- yes sexually begging her to take me – in just a few moments. I shoved forward, it was more a stumble than a push, we clinched; I hit at her sides then turned, moving away from her.
I damned the spiteful bitches yelling for my blood, booing me for running away. I’d fight yet.
Alice kept the pressure, pounding at my tummy and boobs, trying to break me down but I was out of her trap, away from the ropes, I scurried to put distance between us. She closed again, I saw her as if in some photograph, she was Bathed in sweat, body covered with red welts, face swollen, eyes starting to darken. I just knew I d hurt her. But it made no difference for there she was still pounding at me. I kept away, that was all I could do, retreat, dodge her attacks, try to regroup. I sent a few sparring punches at her, just to try to get her to keep her distance.
The fighting waned, I tried to tell myself that that was a sign that both she and I were weakening and the contest is becoming an endurance test.- one I could win, I was younger, I didn’t do drugs, I didn’t smoke like she did. The dark side told me I was stupid, but Alice back peddled, parrying my thrusts.
: Still I was tired to the point of exhaustion, battered and bruised. I just stood in the ring, breathing my belly heaving still trying to recover. And of course the bitch knew. She just took my heaving belly for s an invitation for mayhem and she delighted in burying her fist into its softness. I felt it; her fist sank in almost to her wrist. I groaned, my legs buckled. I dropped to the grass. I heard Meg start to count, I told myself I had to get up, it was so hard. Meg looked at me; I knew she expected me to fight on. I groaned, I couldn’t , but I couldn’t just give in either, all I wanted in the club was at stake; Will would hear about this – he’d call it how it was- an older woman owned me I couldn’t let that happen. As Meg counted- slowly, I just knew she was giving me a chance, a chance she wouldn’t give to Alice, I rolled and when she got to seven I got to my knees and then my feet.
The crowd cheered, though whether it was cheering me or baying for my blood I no longer knew. I just knew I had to fight on. Alice tagged my face, she thought she was dominant, she thought she was just in control. “And so she was” the dark side told me.
I gritted my teeth. Breathing heavily yet shallowly, I half stepped, half reeled forward, shoulder leading and aimed a left right combo at Alice’s belly. The bitch groaned, she bucked at the knees, when the first hit, she dropped to the grass at the second. Her head rested on my legs.
Again the crowd went wild, but this time I just knew they were indeed cheering for me. Alice’s friends were quiet or groaning at seeing their hero down. Meg started the count; it wasn’t till she reached eight that Alice rose, stubbornly nodding to Meg, signifying she wanted to fight on.
And Meg smiled. I wondered just how much she’d rake off from the bets. I just knew she’d make a killing from this match.
I swayed on my feet, I lurched rather than stepped forward, I wanted to destroy Alice before she destroyed me. Again I chose her belly, I d weakened her before, I needed to do it again, I almost prayed that my blow would work.
And as the dark side said “You don’t pray for the right things, “and it didn’t work. Alice read me well, she protected her belly, she sent her other fist deep into my gut. And again I felt myself on my back on the grass. I tried to get up, my body wouldn’t t let me. I struggled as the count got higher – slowly, Meg was giving me every chance and then some. Almost at the stroke of 10 I crawled to my knees, and, clinging to the ropes, got to my feet. I was exhausted. But there was nothing for it but to fight on, what else could I do? I hoped to hell that Alice was as worn as I was. I idly wondered whether anyone would have thought we would have slogged it out so long, so hard. But I knew I had to, for I just knew that if I didn't fight on, I'd be shamed so badly and what would Meg do What would Will do if I were counted out?
Alice attacked my boobs again, they were a mess already they would be much more of a mess tomorrow when the bruises erupted. They hurt, and they would hurt more. And Alice smiled at me; she knew oh she just knew how much pain I was in, how near to the end I was. The crowd – or at least my side of it kept cheering for me, telling me to hit Alice back, telling me I Was the better woman. And Alice smiled again, her unanswered breast punches telling a different story. Yes she was shaming me, and yes I had to do something about that. But what? And then I made my decision, I had half fallen onto her in some unlikely clinch. She'd stepped back. I stood upright, then in a move I'd used so many times in fights -but not in boxing matches- I snaked my foot behind hers and shoved hard, slamming my body into hers. And it worked, she lost her footing, she crumpled, landing hard on her back- I even heard the thump as her body hit the grass, it was such a good sound too! But what was better was that she landed with me on top, my breasts smothering her face.
I held her there, my breasts stopping her breathing, my knee rubbing her crotch gently, for maybe 20 seconds. I lifted my head as soon as I had landed on top of her, I made as if I was surprised and winded by the fall and that I had to get my senses back. Meg wasn't fooled; I just knew she was awake to what I was doing. She smiled and shook her head, but she wasn't about to disqualify me either. She thought I was some lowlife bitch, but then so, she thought, were most of the Deerhunter women. And my dark side told me Meg was right, we were lowlife bitches. But it also told me, Meg didn't mind so long as I was her lowlife bitch. She'd get me to do her dirty work. Just as I was doing now.
After that short 20 seconds- oh how I'd have loved it to be longer, to smother Alice completely till she was out, but I just knew I'd never be able to pretend that I couldn't get up for that space of time- I stood. I looked at Meg, who was still smiling. "So ref what's on; are you going to count her out?”
She counted, slowly. Alice dragged herself up. She looked so furious, she knew what I'd done, not only cheated but weakened her. She was exhausted, she summoned me, curling her fists up, beckoning me. But it was bravado. And the dark side hissed, “You'd be the same, you'd never give in, not till you were forced to.” I told it to shut up, that I was going to force Alice to give in. I stepped forward and threw a punch aimed at her lower belly. She clinched; I just knew I'd taken the last breath out of her. I fired one more punch, it hit and she sank to her knees, her head resting on my thigh. I shoved my leg forward; Alice slumped to the grass beneath. Meg counted her, slowly very slowly as if she was giving her a chance. But Alice had had enough; she lay there gasping till Meg counted her out.
I prodded Alice with my foot. I rolled her onto her back and posed, my foot on her belly. I'd won. That was what mattered. I climbed out of the ring; Deb kissed me and helped me to the showers.
See the timeline http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,5183.0.html for where this fits into the Jennverse
