Mariella vs Rihanna fight club parking lot
It was always fun, having a lady like Mariella as a friend. She always seemed ready to smile. Yet like a lot of ladies, had her cattier side as well.
Mariella was the kind of lady that was beautiful, looking wonderful, in simple jeans and a casual top.
Yet she could also simply stun you, when dressed up to go out on the town.
When I arrived, for the visit. Mariella was dressed in a simple casual pair of white slacks. With a figure hugging, pink top.
Her face lovely. Skin a creamy supple, with a slight hint of duskiness to it. Helping to give her an exotic look, as well.
We had spent some time catching up. Yet soon she admitted wanting to go out for part of the night. Maybe dinner and a club.
When you got to enjoy the company of a lady as lovely as her. You could find it easy, to go along with her desires.
Soon she was letting me unwind a bit, as she went to change and get ready.
"How does this look?" I hear her asking in time.
Mariella laughing softly, as my jaw drops a bit.
"Good answer Stormy, ready to go?" She asks.
Mariella now dressed in a very sexy, and figure hugging dress. The dress a light purple, with a nice amount of enticing cleavage in the front. Bare arms, and most of her upper back bare.
The dress stopping well above her knees. Helping for freer movement, as well as showing off her long legs nicely.
We head out, and enjoy a light dinner. Then Mariella guides us, to a fave club of hers.
The parking lot is filling, as people head inside. The thrum, and beat of music sounding. Each time the doors open, before closing again.
By the doors, a few men watching the lot, as well as guests looking to get in. Now and then checking for legal id or turning potential trouble makers away.
Soon their would be a line waiting to get in. Yet Mariella timing our arrival properly.
Smiling, linking her arm in mine. We head to, and into the club.
Myself enjoying some envious stares from guys. While Mariella gaining some glares, from a few of the ladies, sensing a possible threat.
The lights lower inside, as music sounds. While scantilly clad, high heeled servers darted here and there.
Mariella guiding us to a nice table. With good view, access and still being slightly away. From the main threads of traffic.
Over to one side, a larger group, carrying on at a more secluded corner. Taking up a few larger tables and a booth.
The stage lit up, as later it would be live music. For now a dj was taking care of things, from a booth off to the side of it. A waitress shows, and soon we have a drink order in, as the night continues.
Mariella is smiling, and enjoying herself. As the party in the corner grows, and becomes wilder and louder. Some of them laughing, giggling and stumbling towards the dance floor.
Mariella is setting her own glass down on our table. When a very attractive woman, with exotic skin tones, close to Mariella's own. Takes a mist step, and knocks into the table. Dumping her own drink, onto Mariella's front, and down between her breasts. While spilling Mariella's drink, over, and onto Mariella's lap. From the table top.
Mariella shrieks, as the liquid spatters, sprays and wets her, several places at once.
She quickly rises, toppling her chair back, to grab the other woman's wrist. Spinning her to face Mariella.
"What the hell is your problem tramp?" Mariella yells, her eyes going from her captive, back to her own possibly ruined dress.
"Chill slut, no harm, I'll buy you another drink." The other woman says smiling, then waving to her friends.
"What about my dress?" "You think a drink will pay for that?" Mariella replies.
"Relax, I can afford to give you ten bucks, for that cheap thing." "Now step off bitch, you don't know who your messing with." The other woman shouts back.
Eyes and attention growing in the club around us.
"I know your a bitch, that deserves to show some respect." Mariella answers back.
"Respect this bitch, I'm Rihanna." Rihanna says before mouthing hands off, and slapping Mariella with her free hand.
Mariella's head jerks to the side, from the impact. Before she responds with a face slap of her own. Both ladies then yelling at each other, before lunging together, grabbing hand fulls of each others hair.
Yells of catfight begin to sound, even as bouncers rush in seperating both ladies. "You assholes know who I am?" "I'm Rihanna, hands off." She screams.
"Ladies take this outside, no fighting in the club. We hear as both are escorted to the door.
Rihanna's party, as well as many of the club patrons begin following outside.
Soft thunder peels over head. As clouds forming into the early evening. Begin to release a slow drizzle.
Camera's and cell phones begin to take video and photos. As well as sending texts and tweets, as the ladies prepare to square off.
Mariella in her purple, drink soiled dress, and heels. Rihanna in a shimmery silver dress. Spaghetti straps over her shoulders. A nice amount of exposed cleavage in the front, and her back bare. At the top. The bottom well above her knees, and high heeled shoes on her feet.
"You ruined my party you cheaply dressed whore." Rihanna yells circling.
"Better than that cheap knock off, your wearing slut." Mariella replies watching her closely.
Cheers begin for Rihanna, as wagers are made.
Turning my way. "Last chance to save your hooker a beating mister." Rihanna advises me.
"Mariella can take care of herself." I answer back. Earning a smile from her to me. As hearing it, people begin cheering Mariella's name as well as Rihanna's now.
Rain is falling lightly, as they face each other, while getting wet in the club parking lot.
"Ready to fight or just run your mouth, little girl?" Mariella taunts.
Rihanna cries out something in anger, and launches herself at Mariella. Both ladies grabbing hair, and yanking heads by it. While free hands punch, and smack at each other.
The ladies each trying to gain advantage, before fully committing to a move. Heeled shoes sliding, as the pavement becomes wet.
Rihanna finaly managing to yank Mariella's dress top. Freeing Mariella's well formed right breast. Before raking it with her finger nails. Mariella crying out in pain. Even as Rihanna and her fans. Give a cry of triumph. Rihanna backing up, shoving off her rival to gloat.
Mariella standing proudly, not bothering to cover her firm, glistening breast. The supple skin showing marking from the clawing.
Nipple distended, and now jutting as proudly as the exposed tit. "That lesson enough for you whore?" Rihanna asks taunting, playing to the crowd.
"Sister, time someone took a diva bitch like you to school." "Welcome to Mariella 101." Mariella replies, before rushing to attack.
Rihanna had scored first tell tale strike. The sexy young singer thinking it had been enough. Quickly was learning how wrong she was. Mariella was all woman, and a lady. Yet now she was simply all pissed off catfighter.
As everyone watches, she rips Rihanna's dress front down, and slaps across the diva's exposed breasts. The harsh sound of skin against exposed wet skin. Echoing across the parking lot. Rihanna crying out, while trying to keep her dress on. Her arms trying to cover her newly exposed breasts. Even as Mariella sinks her nails into them clawing them both. Grabbing, squeezing and twisting the slippery wetted tits. Rihanna crying out in anguish, as Mariella punishes her pert breasts.
In desperation, bringing a forearm up, to the side of Mariella's head. The impact hitting the side of her head dazing her momentarily. Mariella's eyes tearing, as she releases her hold.
To have Rihanna fully yank down Mariella's top. Exposing both firm breasts now, for slapping, and clawing.
Mariella winces in pain, as she wipes her eyes clear. The two ladies dresses now sodden, and clinging damply to the topless beauties.
Mariella firing back some backhands to Rihanna's bobbling tits. Before adding a nice solid punch to her side. Rihanna's body jerking to the side, as it tries to absorb the blow.
Then they slam chests together, as they again begin yanking and pulling hair free from each other. This time bare breasts smacking together, as they do.
Lovely faces being slapped, as glistening bare breasts are clawed and ground together. Dresses being pulled lower, as soon bared bellies begin to be hit, and smacked.
Wet weight, rivals hands, and gravity. Soon both ladies are quickly stepping out of their pooling dresses. To keep from getting tangled in them. As the growing crowd cheers, as they continue to fight. In only panties and high heeled shoes.
Now arms swing wider, as semi curled fingers turn fully into fists. Bare bellies and breasts clawed at before. Now being hit, punched and back handed or slapped.
Mariella gains leverage, as she grabs Rihanna, and slams her into a parked car. Rihanna gasping, and sending an elbow back at Mariella's belly in return.
Mariella collapsing against her, the duo pausing and resting against the car and each other.
Rihanna then stomping her foot, down onto Mariella's. Mariella yelling in pain, as the heeled shoe, hits her foot. Followed by an other thrown elbow, that drives the air from Mariella's body. As she falls backwards onto the wet pavement gasping for air.
Rihanna turning to look down at her. One hand holding her own hurting side. "Had enough bitch?" Rihanna gasps out, hoping her opponent had.
"You want a street fight slut, you got it." Mariella replies. Lashing out with one of her long legs. To sweep Rihanna's legs out from under her.
Rihanna topples to the ground. With Mariella quickly diving onto her.
Soon both sexy ladies begin rolling together. Punching, hitting and kicking, in panties and high heels nothing else on.
Rihanna tries bringing a knee up between Mariella's thighs to her crotch. Mariella blocks it with her own silky thigh. Before belly punching Rihanna hard.
Rihanna settles to the ground, as air whooshes out of her nubile body.
Mariella starts mounting her, even in a panic. Rihanna manages to arch her body up, bucking Mariella to the side.
As Mariella scrambles to recover. Rihanna grabs her hair, and tries slamming her head against a nearby car.
Mariella landing an elbow of her own, gaining some room. As it hits Rihanna's side.
Mariella twisting, and following the elbow, with a kick, from one very shapely leg, to the same side. Losing a few more strands of hair. As Rihanna is knocked away.
Mariella lunging after her.
Rihanna's side screaming, her breasts sore, and aching. The lovely diva realizing, she just wanted this to end.
Begins kicking out hard, with her own feet, and legs.
Throwing wild punches, trying to stave her off. As Mariella moves to attack mode again.
Mariella hitting, slapping, and slowly mounting Rihanna on the ground. Mariella's own sides, breasts and belly ached. Her body punished, yet giving out more than it was taking.
Rihanna's panties now torn, and falling off. Mariella's at one point yanked into her cracks, now pulled down slightly. As she climbs onto Rihanna swinging away.
Rihanna having enough, begins trying to curl fetal, arms attempting to cover herself from more harm.
Mariella using her own body to lay Rihanna flat out on her back, as she finally fully mounts her.
Their wet bodies sliding against each other. Firm water slicked hard nippled breasts together, as well as recently exposed clits.
Rihanna's arms coming up over her face and breasts. As Mariella rises, arm pulling back to land a wicked punch.
"STOP!!! PLEASE no more!!" Rihanna begs, just in time to stop the knock out punch.
"Please I give up, I quit." Rihanna pleads, as the crowd becomes quiet, as Mariella pauses stradling her opponent. The two basically naked and wet in the parking lot had both fought hard. Yet now everyone knew Mariella had won.
Sexy nude bodies glistening, hair clinging wetly to both of them. A few strands of each others hair, clinging to each other.
Chests heaving, and Mariella's head held high in victory.
Bet money begins changing hands. The crowd quickly breaking up to get out of the weather. Heading into the club, to drink and loudly chat about the catfight.
Some of Rihanna's friends now coming close, as I help Mariella back to her feet. The sexy woman clinging to me, as she regains her wind from the rough and tumble catfight.
Someone hands me a towel, and I quickly wrap it around her. The same done for Rihanna, as we gather both ladies clothing from the parking lot.
Soon back inside for both ladies to clean up. Rihanna's status earning some time in a more private area of the club.
Mariella admitting, Rihanna was more than just a loud mouthed diva. The singer taking some defense classes for her movie roles.
While Rihanna learned, as polite and lovely as she was. You did not disrespect Mariella lightly.
They maybe would not be BFF gal pals. Yet after Rihanna offered to pay for damages to her rivals wardrobe, with some added extra for starting the fight.
They definately had the makings of some interesting playful frenemies.
The evening coming to a early close due to the catfight in the club parking lot. I could not deny. It was nice getting to know. I was going to spend the rest of it pampering Mariella.
She would be sore, and aching all over. Yet her lovely smile was back in place as we left the club.
Phone numbers exchanged, and promises made.
Just like I already had known. Mariella was the winner.
The end
