"NGH!"
I land roughly on the heart-shaped bed of the seedy motel room with a groan, my right cheek stinging madly from the vicious slap that my younger blonde rival delivered. My skimpy, hot-pink strapless leopard print minidress clings tightly to my body like a second skin, the tiny skirt hiked up to reveal my lacy silk panties while the top of the dress was yanked down to expose my full, firm breasts. My fishnet stockings begin to run down my legs and only one of my pink heels remains on my left foot. I lost my right shoe somewhere after she slammed me into the wall earlier. My hair is a big, disheveled mess from her constant yanking and pulling. I prop myself up onto my elbows and strain to collect my bearings. I didn't think Blondie would put up much of a fight, I figured I'd take the kid and teach her a lesson for mouthing off to me for the past couple of weeks. But the second I stepped foot into this motel room she had DOMINATED me! It was devastating how lopsided this fight has been, and the more it wore on the more desperate I was becoming. NOTHING was working against her, she had a counter for everything I threw at her, I was barely holding up against anything she threw at me, and she was handling me with total ease. White hot anger and humiliation burns in my eyes as I glare at her from my half-seated, half-laid out position on the bed. But Blondie stands over me, looking absolutely fine, as if she hadn't broken a sweat during our fight, if ya could even call it that.. She stands there at the foot of the bed with a big smirk on her face, all the arrogance in the world brimming in those dark, sultry eyes of hers. That look she's giving me, through the pain and anger and embarrassment that's coursing through me, that look in her eyes sends a chill down my spine.
She was looking me over like a meal ready to be devoured.
I turn over onto my side and try to get back onto my feet. But the gal's there at my side in a flash, grasping my hair yet again from behind while twisting my right arm behind my back! I cringe, and yell out painfully as my head is pulled back. My whole body leans back against her and I find myself struggling sluggishly against this wild, younger vixen. I yell out again, struggling with her, but she has total control over my bigger, busty and battered body. The hand that's in my hair now moves over my mouth, clamping down over it, gagging me, securing me, capturing me. And I slump back against her, moaning into the palm of her hand..
