Mike was becoming concerned; Emma had entered the dressing room over five minutes ago and clearly nothing had been resolved. He walked toward the dressing room door, holding his ear against the door, he could hear nothing, Mike knocked, no response, he turned the door handle and popped his head around the door. The sight before him was one of the more arresting that he had viewed in his long career, at the far end of the room Emma Glover and Alice Brookes were in a bear hug, apparently wrestling, Emma was in her leather skirt and boots but had removed her blouse whilst Alice was just in bra and panties. The women were completely intent on one another, oblivious of Mike's intrusion into the female sanctum. Mike took one step further into the room and allowed the door to gently close behind him, before taking a seat and contemplating what to do next.
Neither Alice or Emma had noticed Mike entering the room, Alice was in pain from Emma's relentless assault whilst Emma was taking great delight at Alice's obvious distress,
"This thing might aswell come off," Emma unfastened Alice's bra and threw it dismissively to the floor. This was some relief to Alice as the fabric of her bra had been rubbing abrasively causing her breasts to redden. Emma released the bear hug she had held Alice in, in order that she could survey the damage inflicted on her young rival. A wicked smile formed on Emma's face as she looked at Alice's breasts covered in blemishes.
"Looks like your tits are embarrassed, are they blushing?"
"Fuck off bitch! Why don't you take off that armor you are wearing?"
Emma didn't need asking twice, staring straight into Alice's eyes, she deliberately removed her bra, revealing her imposing surgically enhanced 34DD breasts. There was a brief moment of silence as the women eyed each other with hostile intentions, whilst at the other side of the room Mike began to unbuckle the belt of his jeans and undo his fly.
It was Emma who made the next move thrusting her chest at Alice’s still imposing if a little battered and bruised breasts; there was a satisfying slapping sound as tit flesh clashed. Alice responded by twisting her upper body in such a way that her breasts were propelled at some force toward Emma, the left breast thudded into Emma’s jaw causing her to stagger backward.
“Bitch,” Emma was shocked at the force of the blow and was fortunate to be able to take evasive action as Alice’s breasts swung back in the other direction.
“You clumsy oaf!” Emma exclaimed, carefully massaging her jaw. Alice didn’t reply instead charged at Emma in fury, grabbing two fistfuls of the brunette’s hair, she dragged Emma to the floor.
“This is meant to be a titfight,” shrieked Emma.
“Oh it is,” replied Alice settling on top of the prone Emma.
“I just need you where I can get you.” Alice proceeded to place her breasts upon Emma’s whilst pinning her prone rivals shoulders to the floor.
“Get off you fuckin Bitch!” Emma squirmed desperately trying to escape the bigger girl’s hold, but to no avail. Alice began lifting her chest up and repeatedly dropping it down upon Emma’s breasts. Emma was astounded at the weight of Alice’s prodigious tits as they slammed down upon her, but her own surgically augmented breasts were for now standing up to the punishment. Alice, tiring from the repeated exertion, changed tactics and began to manipulate her tits forcing Emma’s this way and then the other. Alice could feel Emma’s resistance weakening, she could see signs of pain in Emma’s face whenever their nipples came into direct contact.
“Your pathetic plastic tits have met they’re match, Emma.” taunted Alice.
“Maybe you can ask for your money back, or will you get them done again?” Alice seemed confident victory was all but hers.
Meanwhile, Mike was enjoying himself enormously. He couldn’t believe that here in front of him, two of the most beautiful women in Britain were fighting topless. He was used to beautiful women topless, it was his job to photograph them and he had always conducted himself in the most professional manner; but women fighting was a private fantasy of his. If only he hadn’t left both his camera and phone in the Studio, he could have recorded this amazing event for posterity with the opportunity to replay it time and again at his leisure. But to leave the room now and risk disturbing the fight, perhaps causing the women to come to their right minds, he would just have to stay where he was. The scene before him was simply too compelling and what is more Emma Glover the model who caused him the most aggravation of all his clients was getting her sexy ass kicked. Mike’s state of sexual arousal was the greatest it had been in years, no longer able to act within the boundaries of acceptable behaviour, he removed his jeans and underpants and began masturbating furiously.
It was the sound of Mike’s jeans and more precisely the buckle of his belt falling to the floor that disturbed Alice. Turning her attention from Emma to the far side of the room she stared in disbelief at Mike erect penis in hand pleasuring himself.
“What the fuck!” she cried.
Emma grasped her opportunity, escaping from under Alice, she took a brief look at Mike,
“Dirty little pervert,” she hissed before grabbing a chunk of Alice’s auburn locks and dragging her back to the floor. There proceeded a titanic struggle as Alice and Emma rolled around on the floor in a desperate tussle. Furniture and fittings were strewn to all parts as the two bare chested hell cats clawed at one another with painted talons; this was no longer a by the book titfight in which only the breasts were to be utilised in damaging your opponent. Alice’s upper torso was streaked scarlet by the abrasions from Emma’s fingernails whilst chunks of hair both auburn and brunette were littering the floor.
Finally it was Alice who regained the upper hand pinning the exhausted Emma to the floor, she positioned herself so that her breasts were directly over Emma’s and then let her full weight fall upon the older woman. Emma recoiled under the attack, her spirit seemingly crushed; Alice could feel the strength ebbing away from her rival and allowed herself a knowing smile, but she herself was too tired to taunt her adversary, that could wait. Alice altered her target of attack, placing her pendulous breasts on to Emma’s face, Emma immediately struggled, her air supply now cut off in a manner most men dream about, but she no longer had the strength or will to repel Alice and within thirty seconds her body lay lifeless as she lost consciousness.
Alice slowly rose to her feet and headed straight for the dressing table where she recovered her phone; she then turned her attention to Mike who was still sat on the sofa with his erect penis in hand,
“Well, well Michael this isn’t very professional is it”
Alice clicked away taking incriminating photos
“But I think we can come to some sort of deal, if you excuse the pun”
Alice put her phone to one side and took a seat next to Mike on the sofa. She reached over and began gently massaging Mike’s balls, Mike’s erection stiffened immediately despite the fact that he’d shot his load three times in the last twenty minutes.
“Now let’s be clear Michael I don’t want you to work with Emma Glover anymore is that clear?”
“Perfectly,” Mike desperately trying not to ejaculate.
“Ok that is good because we wouldn’t want certain photographs all over the internet would we?”
“No”
Alice began gently stroking Mike’s throbbing dick whilst allowing her breasts to fall across his face; within seconds Mike was unable to contain himself and he ejaculated spectacularly.
“Oh really you are a messy man,” Alice leapt from the sofa and ran to the dressing table and found a box of tissues and began removing the result of Mike’s excitement from her still reddened and blemished body.
Alice dressed quickly into her T shirt and jeans, looking over to Mike who was still stumbling about looking for a sock,
“We’ll re-arrange this for next Monday, seeing as neither of us is in a fit state to work now,”
“Yes that’s fine Alice,”
“If you don’t mind I’d like some privacy now,” Alice ushered Mike still in a flustered and dishevelled state out of the dressing room.
Alice turned to the prone figure of Emma Glover who ten minutes earlier she’d smothered into unconsciousness, Emma was still out cold, Alice found her lipstick and proceeded to scrawl the word ‘loser’ above Emma’s right breast and ‘tits’ above her left breast.
Emma came round to find herself lying topless on the floor, standing above her was the imposing figure of Alice Brookes who seemed to be filming her or taking photos with her phone.
“What the fuck,” screamed Emma
“Don’t get worked up Emma dear, you’ve just lost your first titfight.”
“Titfight what are you talking about?” then Emma’s short term memory returned and she groaned in realisation. As the door slammed shut and Alice left; the full implications of her defeat were still not apparent to Emma.
