They smashed together, breasts and stomachs, each jerking the other’s head back by her hair, hard. Throats exposed. Eyes shut tight in pain. Faces tilted straight up at the club ceiling. Their breasts dragged back and forth in a grinding crush, nipples dueling. Maddy staggered as Vicki jerked harder. The redhead’s ass flexed hard as she forced Maddy to give ground. Still chest to chest she flattened the brunette’s tits with hers, forcing a gasp of pain.
Maddy twisted sideways, wrenching Vicki’s head down. Overbalanced, they both fell. Maddy banged Vicki’s head against the stage floor, so hard the sound of the impact was audible over the music. A ripple ran through the audience as it dawned clearly on everyone that this was no faked exhibition. Men left their seats to crowd the stage. Bouncers made sure no one blocked Tom’s view as the two women grappled and catballed in a shrieking tangle.
Vicki muscled herself atop Maddy and sank both claws into her breasts, squeezing and twisting two handfuls of flesh. Maddy screamed, and beat at her arms for a moment before stabbing her hands up into Vicki’s swaying tits. She slammed them together then dragged them apart and down. It was Vicki’s turn to scream. Maddy reversed, shoving Vicki’s breasts up to her collarbone. Vicki twisted Maddy’s tits more. They screamed in unison. Maddy bucked and bridged, toppling Vicki off but both still held their grips, Vicki crushing Maddy’s tits, Maddy trying to tear Vicki’s off her chest.
They pushed up to their knees. In the spotlights, they glistened with sweat. The music pounded; so did fists all along the rim of the stage, as men urged them on. Tom saw tears in Maddy’s eyes as beads of blood popped up around Vicki’s embedded nails. The brunette was breathing in hard, hitching gasps. She screamed again and changed her grip to Vicki’s bulging nipples. Vicki couldn’t stand that. She jerked free and spun away. Slowly they got to their feet.
“Fucking whore,” Vicki snarled. “He’ll see I’m better than you. Everyone here will see it.”
“Bring it, bitch,” said Maddy. She curled her hands into claws.
They clashed again. This time, as Maddy went for Vicki’s hair, the redhead delivered open-handed slaps to her tits, then dug a claw hold into Maddy’s abs.
“Ohhh fuck,” Maddy gasped. Her grip in Vicki’s hair slackened. Vicki grabbed her left breast with her other hand. Maddy shuddered with pain, her hands sliding down Vicki’s shoulders.
“Does it hurt, bitch?” Vicki said. “Take it, you cheap fucking cocksucker!” She pushed Maddy back a shambling step, then another and another, until she drove her into the brass pole that rose from the stage. With Maddy pinned, Vicki drove the belly claw even deeper. “Not so fucking tough, are you?” she said, as Maddy sobbed in pain. Vicki dropped her breast claw, swung behind Maddy, and clamped it back in a reach-around onto her right breast. With the brunette’s spine against the pole, Vicki clenched her abs from the left while dragging her breast into her armpit the opposite direction.
Maddy’s head lolled back, her ear against the pole. Vicki released the stomach claw and grabbed her left breast. The redhead jerked, hard, the muscles in her forearms corded from her grip. The skin and connective tissue in Maddy’s cleavage stretched to the tearing point as Vicki pulled her tits around to her ribs. Tom couldn’t look away from the savagery. Maddy’s belly still bore the livid mark of the stomach claw, and now Vicki tortured her tits. The fury radiating out of Vicki was unbelievably erotic. She was trying to destroy Maddy’s breasts.
Maddy gripped Vicki’s hands. She had to get those talons out of her chest or it was over. The pain was too much. She dug her thumbs into the tendons and nerves under the inner surface of the redhead’s wrists. Vicki gasped. She had to let go. But as she did, she turned the grip and caught Maddy’s wrists. She pulled the dancer’s arms back, pinned them together behind the pole. Maddy tits bounced and swayed, mottled with bruises and fingermarks. Blood trickled from the worst of those. Vicki could hold both her hands with one - a grip on her two thumbs, bending them painfully. With her free hand, she grabbed Maddy’s dark hair and pulled her head back. She twisted her around the pole until they faced Tom’s table.
“Tell Tom, you whore,” Vicki spat. “Tell him you don’t compare to me.”
“Fuck you,” Maddy gasped. Her body was on magnificent display, streaked with sweat. Her throat was exposed. Her breasts and belly heaved against the pain. Vicki wrenched her head back more, until Maddy’s chin was pointed nearly straight up.
“You think because he used to fuck you he still want you,” Vicki said. “He’s mine now, bitch.”
“You saw his eyes last night,” Maddy gasped. “He does still want me, and you know it.” She screamed as Vicki shoved her arms up. Her breasts bounced and Tom’s gaze went to them. Vicki saw it, and it made her rage spike. She let go of Maddy’s arms, spinning her off the pole to face her. She rifled a vicious slap into Maddy’s face, then a backhand strike. Maddy staggered. Vicki hit her with a hard open-handed uppercut into her breast, a brutal slap. Then Vicki smashed her knee into Maddy’s stomach. Holding her hair, she did it again, gutting her. Maddy collapsed to her hands and knees. Vicki kicked her in the ribs. “I’m beating the shit out of you,” Vicki said. “You think he’ll want you when I’m done?” She kicked her again. This time Maddy trapped her leg. The look on her face as she slammed Vicki to the stage was pure murder.
Maddy rained slaps and fists into Vicki’s head and breasts. She opened a cut in the redhead’s eye, right at the outer corner. The blood that streamed down Vicki’s cheek was like crimson tears.. She drove her fists into Vicki’s tits so hard that she beat them flat, her knuckles crunching into ribs beneath them. She dragged her by her auburn hair and to the edge of the stage and bent her head back over it, her hair dangling down, her face tilted upside down at Tom as Maddy choked her with one hand and mauled her bruised tits with the other.
“You don’t compare to me,” Maddy raged at her. “You weak piece of shit!” The pale skin of Vicki’s breasts was livid red now as Maddy scratched and punched her. She jerked and shuddered in pain. Maddy repaid the stomach claw. She ripped Vicki’s green lace panties and attacked her pussy, raking it with her nails, stabbing fingers deep into her. Vicki screamed in desperation. She clutched Maddy’s hair and jackknifed, falling off the stage and taking her tormentor with her to the club floor at the foot of Tom’s table.
It didn’t work. Maddy was still on top. Now she dragged Vicki up and drove her face into the table top right in front of her fiance. She flipped her onto her back and went for her throat again. Tom sat there, looking down the way he might look at a restaurant menu, at Vicki’s face darkening as Maddy choked her, at Vicki’s tits jerking back and forth on her chest, at Maddy’s tits swaying over her. The crowd pressed in, both customers and the other dancers. Music pounded. Vicki fought for air with small rasping hitches. Maddy was panting with effort. It was surreally, primally, savage. Tom could smell them, sweat and blood and perfume. He had nothing to compare it to.
