Max vs Penny
The rivalry between East Coast waitress Max and West Coast waitress Penny had become the hottest war in all of apartment wrestling. In their latest confrontation, the two beauties met in Chicago, where they battled wearing designer little black dresses in a penthouse before an elite audience.
Prior to the match, there had been an unplanned but nonetheless very real contest between the pair, as each moved around the pre-fight cocktail party (giving one another a wide berth, lest the fight start early), putting their little black dresses to work as they sashayed their hips, wiggled their butts, and thrust their chests out, all to the obvious pleasure of the men assembled there. The general consensus afterward was that this battle was a draw.
As in all of their previous brawls, the two battlers were too evenly matched for one to dominate the other, and the action was savagely fierce without let-up. The brunette and blonde had come to furiously despise one another, so there's nothing either enjoyed more than to punish the other. And it goes without saying that neither was prepared to even consider submitting to her hated rival.
Thirty minutes into the battle, Penny and Max were past the point of exhaustion, their bosoms heaving as they panted for breath, their skin gleaming with perspiration. The expensive dresses...both of them gifts from wealthy admirers, as neither girl could ever hope to afford one...had long since been torn to shreds, leaving the wildcats clad only in matching black thongs. Both felt a touch of panic, as each knew she couldn't carry on the fight much longer, and so one of them would need a lucky break if she hoped to win. It was Max who decided to make her own luck; she grabbed a tatter of black fabric that littered the carpet and, from behind, wrapped it around her opppnent's throat to strangle her. Penny's eyes went wide with fear as she gasped and gurgled for precious air. In desperation, the blonde began to piston her right arm back again and again, her elbow ramming into her tormentor's right breast. Unable to withstand the battering for long, the moaning brunette released her noose and staggered backward, hands cupping her aching bosom.
Without wasting an instant, Penny whirled around and fired a kick, the ball of her foot slamming into the soft flesh just above Max's waistband, doubling her over with a whoosh of breath. A rough shove puts the startled New Yorker flat on her back, and the Californian throws herself atop her rival, pinning Max's arms above her head to the floor. Penny then presses her breasts down upon the brunette's face, the sweat of both forming an airtight seal as Max is smothered in the cleavage of her nemesis. Max squirmed, but lacked the strength to throw her foe off...which was good for Penny, as she lacked to strength to stay atop her opponent. The best the blonde could hope for was letting gravity pin her down upon the brunette...and that was all she needed.
Max's movements slowly ceased, until she lay entirely still. Penny wanted nothing more than to pass out herself from the exertion, but instead she forced herself with the last dregs of power she had to rise up, and then plant a foot firmly upon the rising and falling chest of her rival, so as to claim her victory.
