My mind is a blur, I have visions of you looming over me, and awful pain and shame. I remember screaming and yelling, and an awful burning in my crotch and breasts, before or during blacking out. Writhing as I fitfully rest, I hear a buzz, then more distinctly I hear shrill voices, Nessa’s and my own. Am I dreaming? and when I lift my head I see one of the camera crew reviewing the horrible war that just transpired.
Huh, I realize I am in complete disarray, wounded, sweaty, bruised, scratched and blooded, as my eyes take in what is left. “What happened?” The guy concisely states “Vanessa whipped your big flabby tits her quote”. “Why are you here?”. “ My job, I have to get footage of you crawling to your envelope over there, it will be edited into the video. Why don’t you look at Vanessa’s loot?” My eyes go to my flat envelope, I guess a thousand isn’t very fluffy, and then over to Nessa’s, four envelopes , each brimming with bonus cash, the bra she took off me, stuffed full of cash, and a lovely handmade purse, with bills almost wafting out of it.
My woeful face drops even more, as I roll over onto all fours, globs of wirey pubes sticking to me as the guy takes all sorts of shots of me crawling to safety somewhere, with not a stich of clothes to put on . “You should see the feedback we got on twitter, the first shots of the fight were a smash. Some old buddies of yours remarked, a sweet blonde named Jackie, and some mauler bitch. Maybe you can get them to do a match?”
“Wow, never knew a cxnt could be purple, guess your bush hid it before” the oaf offers, as I swear vengeance, even as I realize half the world will see this tragedy. I hear a wild cackle, and know that Vanessa isn’t far off, and I pick up my pace, and crawl faster, tits wobbling, as I exit the room scared to death of another encounter …..for now.
