Abby Marie 35, 5'-5", 123 lbs. vs. Karen McDougal 42, 5'-8", 125 lbs.
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"Hey babe I'm going to head down to the lounge for a beer and watch the game. When you are finished with your make up meet me down there for a drink. We will head out to dinner from there." IRISH told Karen as they met for a tight embrace and a kiss that only lovers share. "I will be down in 10" she told him as they parted. "And don't pick up any strange woman!" she scolded with a smile as he headed for the door.
Karen returned to the business at hand. Not that the beauty needed any makeup, but she enjoyed dressing to the nines, all dressed up for her man when they went out. LA was a funny town and you never know who you might run into she thought as she went back to applying her eye liner. There was always a strong chance that they would run into a producer or director at their favorite restaurant. Maybe there was a movie roll in her future. Karen smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
IRISH strolled into the hotel lounge and took a seat at the near vacant bar. He chose his seat well. It was near the center of the bar, directly in front of the big screen TV that hung from the wall behind the bar. "What can I get you?" the lovely blonde barmaid asked him with a smile. "Beer please." He responded. The blonde slid the cold beer and the TV remote across the bar to IRISH. "Put whatever you want on hon." "Thanks" he said as he flipped on Monday Night Football. "A jock? Nice!" she said with a smile. "Let me know if you need anything." She added before she was called away by another patron.
Back in their room Karen had finished with the eye liner and was putting the finishing touches on her mascara. She just needed to apply the lipstick and she was just about ready to head to the lounge to meet IRISH. She was in the mood for a nice glass of red wine before they headed out. They didn't have reservations yet but that was never a problem when the beautiful brunette showed up at the maître d stand and batted her eyelashes. "A few more minutes and I am sure IRISH will be pleased with the wait." She said to her reflection. "Come on girls!" she said with a smile as she cupped her breast and adjusted her dress.
It was fourth and goal and the home team left their offense out on the field. "That's it boys go for it!" IRISH yelled at the TV. Realizing that he had said that a little too loud he glanced over at the bar maid who just smiled in return. "Go team!" she called to her patron with a smile. She was hoping for a good tip or maybe more.
"Sorry!" IRISH said to no one in particular, as he faced the bar maid and an older couple who was seated at the other end of the bar. "It's OK babe." He heard from his left as he felt someone brush up against his arm. "I like a man with fire!" The blonde headed beauty said as she latched on to his arm. IRISH turned expecting to see Karen sitting beside him but he was startled to see the attractive woman cuddling his arm. IRSIH didn't know whether to shit or go blind.
The dirty blonde squeezed his bicep as there was a cheer from the TV... Touchdown! IRISH's gaze shot to the screen to watch the replay, forgetting about the beauty next to him. A win here would mean that his team made the playoffs and watched intently as the extra point was good.
"My name is Abby." She started the conversation, trying to regain his attention. When his team had scored IRISH had jumped off of his bar stool. Now standing, he had a commanding view, looking down at the blonde's low cut dress. Her magnificent breast seemed to be bursting out from their restraints. Forgetting about the game he replied "I'm IRISH." In response to her asking his name. "What do you do?" she continued with the small talk. "I'm a Firefighter" was all that he could muster in response. She smiled at the reply. Of course she already knew that. She knew everything about him.
"What do you do?" he asked her, trying to be friendly. "Let's just say that I'm a professional." She said rubbing his arm. He was surprised. Did she just say that? "Professional?" he asked. "Professional like a call girl?" he stammered. She was loving this! This was almost exactly like she had the scene play out in her head. Men are so predictable.
"No!" she said. "I never have paid or have been paid for sex! I take what I want!" The quick witted Irishman was at a complete loss for words. The lovely blonde was enjoying every minute of his discomfort. "What kind of professional?" he was finally able to muster. "Well" she started... "Let's just say that very rich people pay me to take care of things for them." IRISH looked even more confused now. She couldn't hold it any longer and just spit out "I take care of other people's problems." "What? Like a body guard?" he asked. "No I'm a mercenary. I'm in town for business."
IRSIH was having trouble processing what she had just said to him. "So what was she doing here at this hotel?" he asked nervously. His eyes once again scanned her body. It was at this point that he realized how muscular the dirty blonde was. "I'm here on business." She replied. "I just wanted to stop in and say hello to you." "Me?" he asked. "Why?"
"Let's just say that your girl has pissed off some very rich, very powerful people." She paused for effect as he stood slack jawed before her. "Tomorrow I will be beating the living shit out of your beloved Karen." "Huh?' was all he could muster. "I am here to give her the beating of her life. I am being paid very well to hurt her and hurt her bad." "So why are you here with me?" IRSIH asked. "Tomorrow it will be business... tonight it could be fun. Come see me up in my room tonight and I will take it easy on her." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "And if I don't?" he asked Abby. "Then she will get it twice as bad as my employer is looking for. Maybe there is a bonus in it for me!"
Karen entered the lounge and immediately saw IRISH standing at the bar. That wasn't hard as there were very few people inside the place. He kind of stuck out like a saw thumb with that blonde with the slutty red dress drabbed on his arm. "The slutty blonde what?! Who the fuck is that?!" Karen fumed as she angrily made her way towards the bar.
Seeing Karen approaching from her rear, slightly off to the right, the blonde glanced forward so she was looking towards the back of the bar. Karen walked up and stood in a place between Abby and IRISH. "Hi Babe... Who's your friend?" Karen asked her guy. IRISH jumped at Karen's sudden appearance. "Hi Karen, Abby here, it was Abby? Was just telling me that she is here for you." IRISH said, not knowing how to tell Karen what was going on. "What do you mean she is here for me?" The angry brunette asked.
Abby wasn't ignoring Karen; rather she was staring straight ahead, directly into the mirror that was on the back wall of the bar. She wasn't ignoring the brunette, she was studying her every move. "She told me that you pissed someone off and that she is here to kick your ass." IRISH told his girl, still trying to process the whole situation. Karen took a step back as in disbelief. "Oh is that so?" she asked as she stepped forward. And that is exactly what the blonde mercenary wanted the brunette to do.
Still looking forward, Abbey waited to Karen moved herself into the perfect position. With her left hand, the blonde lifted her cell phone off of the surface of the bar. Annoyed that she was being ignored by the blonde, Karen placed her left hand on the blonde's right shoulder, looking to spin her on the bar stool to make eye contact with her. What Karen saw was a flash as the blonde took a "selfie" of the two women. What Karen felt was the blonde's right elbow smashing into her breast, pancaking them against her chest. As the brunette yelped in pain, and before she had a chance to withdraw, the blonde rotated her arm at the shoulder. With her elbow still buried into Karen's breast, the blonde's fist smashed into her face as a second flash went off. "Yup! These photos have to be worth a couple of bucks." She thought as she returned her cell phone to its position on the bar.
With the brunette stunned by the two rapid fire blows and blinded by the repeated flashes, the blonde spun on her barstool so that she was facing the brunette. Karen turned and tried to place some distance between her and the blonde so she could figure out what was happening. Before she was able to get too far, Abby extended her legs and wrapped them around Karen's waist. The Playmate was trapped between Abby's muscular thighs. "Uuuuggghhhh!" The brunette grunted as the air was forced from her lungs. Not giving her foe a chance to respond, Abby wrapped her muscular arm around her neck and started to squeeze. With the dual crushing punishment sapping all the strength out of the weekend brunette, Abby glanced over at IRISH as if trying to seek his approval. He looked on in concern as the blonde easily took his girl apart.
As Karen faded, Abby released her leg scissor and planted her feet flat on the floor. Grabbing the Playmate by a fist full of her dark locks, the blonde bounced Karen's head off of the solid oak bar rail. Abby sensed the fight draining from her opponent. When the brunette's legs gave way and Abby's grip on her hair was the only thing holding her up, the angry blonde flung the brunette to the bar floor between the two bar stools. Karen was out before she hit the floor.
Abby grabbed her cell phone from the bar and took a few more photos of the brunette lying spread eagle at her feet. "Hold this!" the blonde commanded as she passed her cell phone off to IRISH. He was stunned and just reached out his hand.
Bending down, straddling the brunette, the blonde grabbed hold of the top of Karen's dress. With a sharp tug the two spaghetti straps failed exposing the brunette's breast. Abby took the time to neatly roll the fabric down below Karen's breast for optimum exposure. Abby spun to face Karen's feet. Sitting down on the brunette's breast, the blonde pulled up the short dress to her waist. Standing, Abby quickly took the phone from IRISH and snapped another picture.
She handed the phone back to him again and went to work on Karen once more. Reaching down Abby grabbed the waist band of Karen's thong and slid them down the unconscious brunette's shapely legs. She stuffed them into her purse as a little keepsake from their little meeting.
Karen started to stir but Abby wasn't done with her yet. Placing her left foot to Karen's side the blonde stomped down on the brunette's belly with her right foot. The Playmate's body jackknifed with her upper body flying off of the floor to a seated position.
Abby was reminded of a baseball training toy that her brother had as a kid. You would stomp down on it causing the ball to pop in the air. When it was the right height you would swing away with your little plastic bat sending the ball flying. Well Karen's face wasn't whiffle ball and Abby's foot wasn't a little plastic bat. That didn't prevent the nasty blonde from swinging her leg back and blasting the brunette, with her foot, right on the point of her chin. Karen toppled over backwards, splayed out on the bar's floor once again.
Abby took the phone back from IRISH and snapped one last picture of the fallen brunette before she returned the phone back to her purse. She grabbed IRISH by his shirt and pulled him in close to her, planting a passionate kiss on his lips. He pulled away when he realized that this took place standing directly over his girlfriend's body. She smiled as that is exactly what she had planned. "Don't worry IRISH, I don't think she is going to find out." The blonde teased.
She turned and picked her purse up off of the bar. This time when she approached him she grabbed him by his belt and pulled him in close once again. She took his hand and slipped a hotel key into it. "Just in case you liked what you saw and want to know a little more about me." She said with a smile. She stomped down onto Karen's belly one last time and left the lounge. "What the hell just happened?" a dumbfounded IRISH asked himself.
Just than the pretty barmaid approached him from the opposite side of the bar. She had witnessed the whole beat down. Not going to call it a fight, because that would have implied that Karen had actually participated in it. The experienced barmaid kind of knew when to call the police, when to call hotel security, and when just to stand back and watch. Tonight's activities fell under the last selection. "It doesn't look like you girl will be headed out with you tonight. Why don't you bring her back up to your room and come on back for another drink. I get off at 1." She said with a smile as she walked back over to take care of another guest.
IRISH reached down and worked Karen's dress back down so that it covered what it was supposed to. Next he worked what was left of the top back in place to cover her breast. He helped her up and sat her down on the bar stool before she could continue. "Let's get back to the room." He told her as he helped her out of the lounge and towards the elevator. She had to lean on him for balance and remained silent the whole ride back to their floor.
Once back in their room he helped her out of her dress and into bed. "What was that all about?" she asked him. "I don't know babe, I don't know." Her battered body needed rest and she quickly fell asleep. He took the hotel key out of his pocket and stared at the plastic card. "I'm going to find out though..." he said as he headed for the door.
More to come....
I love all your Karen McDougal fights and this is no exception. I can hardly wait for the rest.
Excellent Start and looking forward to the next installment!
Curious to see who set this up!
Witness - Karsa Orlong
Great work as always! You really have a great talent for story telling and this is an exciting lead in to the next part! Hopefully the Beer Girl is behind it!
Outstanding Story. Can't wait to see what happens next. I agree that you have a way with words. I like Karen but I did enjoy seeing her on the receiving end for a change.
Thanks all for the comments and words of encouragement. Through feedback is the only way that a writer knows if they are headed in the right direction.
As far as the next part... I have most of it worked out in my head but I am struggling to find the time to put pen to paper. I hope to get the next installment up sooner rather than later.
As far as who set this up I had one girl in mind. After the mention of the beer girl that could be a fun avenue to pursue...
What do you guys think? I just might be inspired to switch gears and write your suggestions into the plot.
Thanks again!
IRISH
My vote would be to see the Beer Girl pop back up in your stories!
Witness- Karsa Orlong
This is a first - Karen TKO'ed twice in a skirmish with another gal; she had been sucker punched and managed to survive those battles. Even though she had an opportunity to fight back as Abby held her in the combination waist scissors and headlock, Abby was really putting the hurt on her with those powerful legs and bulgeing biceps. Abby really took it to her and left Karen seeing stars even after she was carried back to the hotel from. I have to give IRISH credit for being fair by allowing Karen the opportunity to fight back against Abby at the bar; Karen had made it clear to him in the past that she could take care of herself and for him not to interfere if she got in a fight like she did at the Halloween party. IRISH was only following orders, after all, by not breaking up the little skirmish. After Karen laid knocked out and semi-naked on the bar floor, IRISH's first thought was his appreciation for the confidence and efficiency with which Abby discharged her 'job'. He loved beautiful, strong and assertive women. I would also have to compliment IRISH for the unselfish sacrifice that he is about to make on Karen's behalf. Going to Abby's room in acceptance of Abby's promise to go easy on Karen the next day had to be a difficult decision on his part but , in the end, it was in the best interest of Karan. Of course, IRISH had some other ideas up his sleeve. His ulterior motive was to deplete Abby's physical and sexual energy by keeping her 'occupied' well into the wee hours of the morning. Notwithstanding the unprovoked, one-sided, beat-down that Abby gave Karen, IRISH was turned on by the whole affair. He was impressed with Abby's knock-out body, as well as, the confidence with which she handled 'business'. For the first time, he had some apprehension about what might happen the next day even considering that Karen would be fuller aware that Abby was coming to beat her up. Karen was a great fighter but not many of her antagonists matched her hard body physique; Abby did. As he strolled to Abby's room, IRISH actually found himself looking forward to the fight with his typical cavalier attitude - may the best woman win!
IRISH - again another great story with Karen as the center piece. The story line is, of course, great somewhat realistic and exhilarating. The tempo is good. There is just the right amount of sexual interplay and it promises a step-up in action when Abby goes after Karen the next day. Again, thanks for another entertaining story. By the way, I love the fact that you include pictures of the combatants with your stories. It makes it easier to visualize and fantasize. Great Work to say the least.
Excellent storyline and writing.
I hope the author doesn't vary from his own original idea as to whom hired Abby. Several in the audience seem to favor Beer Girl. I have no idea who she is, but don't give into the crowd. I haven't read any of your previous stories but now intend to seek out the one that others have mentioned, "The Cop, the Beer Girl, and the Squaw".
Not knowing the characters, I'm curious if IRISH is going to visit Abby or meet the Barmaid and see if she can shed any light on the situation.
IRISH gently closed the door as to not wake Karen as he left. The wheels in his head were spinning a 100 miles an hour as he tried to formulate a plan. Normally he would not think of leaving Karen in her current condition. Injuries from a fight could be pretty dangerous. He was torn between monitoring her condition for concussion like symptoms and trying to find out what exactly was going on. He decided he needed to find out and get back to Karen as quickly as possible.
Karen heard the door to the room close. She reached over to IRISH's side of the bed but it was empty. "Where is he going?" she thought as she tried to stop the throbbing in her head. Her ribs hurt and she found it difficult to take a deep breath. Her mind wandered as she replayed the night's events from the time she first entered the lounge. She drifted off to sleep before she could make sense out of anything.
He headed for the elevator and punched the up button. As he waited for the car to arrive he replayed the scene in the lounge. "Who the hell was behind this?" His mind raced. DING! Announced the arrival of the elevator. It was empty and he quickly stepped in and punched the button for the tenth floor. A moment later the doors opened and he stepped off and headed down the hallway.
In her room, Abby awaited IRISH's arrival. She had taken off her tight red dress and slipped into a black bustier, long black gloves, and her favorite black fishnet stockings. Just a little dabble of perfume between her lush breast and she laid down on the king size bed. She was pleased with how well her little scene played out in the hotel lounge. She easily dispatched McDougal without even breaking a sweat. Now she was just waiting for the visit of the brunette's boyfriend to her room. She was being paid very handsomely for her services. Now she planed on enjoying some of the spoils of war. It wasn't part of her compensation package, but she would break the blonde in half if she complained about it. She was lost in her thoughts, rubbing herself between her legs, when she heard the activation of the hotel room's electronic lock. He's here! She thought with a smile.
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IRISH stood in the hallway outside of Abby's hotel room. She had given him a room key and had written the room number on the plastic card with her lipstick before she handed it to him. He looked at the number on the door to confirm that he was in fact at the right door. He slowly inserted the key into the lock and the light turned green as the ching-ching sound signified that the door had unlocked. This is it... this is the room of the woman who just laid out his girlfriend in the lounge.
EXCELLENT! Looking Good. Love the pictures that accompany the fight. My! My! that Abby is quite a woman.
Abby sat up, removing her hand from between her legs. She wanted to greet IRISH without letting him know that she had started without him. But the door never opened... "Come in!" she yelled out just in case he was shy.
When the key opened the door IRISH had confirmed that he was at the right room. Instead of entering the room where he knew Abby was awaiting his visit; IRISH just placed the key back in his pocket and headed back towards the elevator.
"She's dead!" IRISH could hear from inside the room. Abby was pissed at her missed opportunity. "And here I was contemplating taking it easy on that fucking whore!" Abby said aloud. "Tomorrow you are going to wish you had the balls to come in and fucked me!" the angry assassin continued. "She is going to pay!"
IRISH took the elevator to the ground floor and headed towards the lobby. He slowed as he approached the lounge.
Behind the bar the barmaid saw him approaching through the glass walls of the lounge. "Oh good!" she thought as he neared the entrance. She grabbed a beer and opened it and slid it in front of the bar stool that IRISH had occupied earlier. She waited another moment but he never entered the room. "Where the hell is he?" she thought as she walked out from behind the bar and headed towards the front door.
IRISH passed the entrance of the lounge and another earlier proposition. He headed to the front desk clerk and asked to speak with the hotel manager. He was lead to an office behind the desk where he found the manager sitting behind his desk. He didn't look like a hotel manager, but IRISH let it slide as he took the seat that was offered to him, opposite the manager. "Sir I have a little problem and I need your help." IRISH began. The manager feigned interest in what IRISH had to say. When IRISH felt he wasn't being taken seriously he produced the hotel room key and demanded that the manger retrieve the information that was on the magnetic strip of the card.
"Sir I'm sorry for the assault on your girlfriend in our lounge that you claim. I have not received any such complaints from any of my staff." The manager said. IRISH was getting pissed. "Look I don't care what was or wasn't reported to you by your staff. What I told you was I need the information on this card!" "I'm sure that there is security footage of the whole incident!"
"Do you have a warrant for the information?" the manager asked. "I am not asking you to give me the information. I am telling you that you better give it to me!" IRISH said as he slid forward to the edge of his seat. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way!" The rabid Irishman continued. "Choice is yours..." he offered.
The hotel manager took the room key from IRISH and swiped it through his card reader. He jotted down the information including the name and address of the person whose credit card paid for the room on a scrap of paper. "You do understand that I will deny giving you this information." He said as he slipped the folded piece of paper across his desk. "What information?" IRISH asked as he stuffed the paper into his pocket. "Thank you." He added as he stood and headed for the door.
When the door closed the manager picked up his phone and placed a call. "He just left." He said into the receiver before he returned it to its cradle. The manager stood and walked to the small bathroom just off of the manager's office. "I'll let you go now." He assured the man that was tied up and gaged in the bathroom.
Holy Little Red Riding Hood Batman!
"You do realize that if you make any phone calls in reference to my little visit, I will be back." The man told his captive. The older man nodded his understanding as the Big Bad Wolf released him from his binds.
The Big Bad Wolf stopped to watch the assault one more time on the manger's computer before he left. He saved the file to his flash drive and out the door he went, disappearing into the night.
IRISH reentered their room and Karen didn't even stir. He was going to let her sleep a while longer before he would wake her so they could head out. He had a creepy feeling about this hotel room... almost like he was being watched. And after standing up Abby and dismissing her invitation back to her room he feared for Karen's safety. With both women still under the same roof he didn't risk a chance meeting between the two. Karen was hurting and Abby was pissed and that would make for a bad combination.
Back in her room Abby made a call to her employer. "Sure I fucked her up!" She boasted. "Stand by for some pictures!" she told the woman on the other end of the phone. Switching apps she shot off the photos that she had taken of Karen earlier. "And tonight was just a warm up!" Abby promised.
When Karen woke IRISH already had their bags packed. "You OK to travel?" he asked her. "Yeah... What happened?" she asked. "Let's get out of here and I will tell you in the car." He called down to the valet and had their car brought up to the front door. Karen was a little slow moving, but when they reached the lobby, their car was sitting there waiting for them. The valet made a nod to the desk man who picked up his desk phone as the two left.
"Great!" she said as she hung up the phone. She flipped down to the photos that Abby had sent her one last time before heading off to bed. "Tomorrow is going to be a big day!" she assured herself. "I need to get my beauty rest so I look my best for my guest."
"You ready babe?" IRISH asked Karen as he pulled into the large circular driveway. She nodded and added "Hell yeah!" he knew he didn't even need to ask. She had her game face on and was ready to do battle. "Now remember... be careful!" he added. "I know that you want to mix it up with the bitch that set this up. But you know that Abby will be lurking somewhere ready to strike. She is a much tougher opponent than the coward that wouldn't come after you herself." Karen knew that IRISH was right. She was going to fuck up Abby and then spend a little quality time with the owner of this big house. They exited their car and headed to the front door of the mansion.
"You look great by the way." The Irishman complemented his girl. She was dressed conservatively in black pants with a white t-shirt and black vest. She wasn't here for a fashion show... she was here to take care of business. Karen leaned in and gave IRISH a peck on the cheek. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked with a smile.
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IRISH rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer it. He looked over at Karen and wished that she let him invite a few of her friends. He had a bad feeling about this whole adventure but her mind was already made up. With a look of determination on her face, Karen stepped forward to meet the woman who answered the door.
"There here." A servant told the lady of the house. "I know." Was her reply. When you have money it didn't take much to have the valet slip a tracking device on your foe's car. She had tracked their every movement from the time that they had left the hotel. "Show them to the main room." She told her assistant.
Karen and IRISH were led to a large room where a few dozen people had already gathered. IRISH had the name of the person from last night and knew that this was her house. He had no idea what she looked like and scanned the room trying to pick out a familiar face. "Recognize anyone?" he asked Karen. "No...." she said. None of the faces looked familiar, and none of the faces looked friendly and welcoming to the beautiful brunette either.
As the two entered the room the guest seemed to part, almost leading them deeper into the room. Once they were past the point of no return they noticed that a ring had been set up in the center of the room. IRISH continued to scan the room looking for anything that would give him a clue to what was about to happen. "Oh shit!" he said a loud. Karen spun to see what was wrong and didn't like the look on his face.
Excellent excellent excellent work! This is one of your finer stories!
Witness - Karsa Orlong
Thanks for all the kind words and comments. I should have more to post in a little while.
Oh! OH! I believe Karen is in trouble again! How is she ever going to get out of this predicament?
"What?" the lovely brunette asked. "I have a bad feeling about this!" he answered. "Why?" she asked. "Over there... behind the bar. It's the barmaid from the hotel." She looked at him processing what he had just said. "And over there... That's the hotel manager." He motioned with his head to his left. "And the desk clerk, and the valet guy." She scanned the room but didn't remember half the people that he had pointed out. "Aren't they the two chicks from the room next to us?" She looked in the direction that he motioned to last and recognized the one red head from her elevator ride down to the lounge. "I think we are in for a long night!" IRISH added.
Waiting for the perfect moment to make her entrance, the blonde enjoyed the look on the two lovers' faces. Like a pair of flies caught in her web. And now the lady of the house walked into the room from the library. Once again the crowd seemed to part as she made her way towards them. "Why that fucking bitch!" Karen said. "What? Where?" IRSISH asked trying to follow her gaze. In a moment the Beer Girl stood before them. IRISH restrained Karen from taking the woman's head off. "You're Courtney Temple?" he asked. (OK, I don't know her name so rather than keep referring to her as the Beer Girl I gave her one.)
The Beer Girl smiled a beaming smile. "I sure left you enough clues. Did you think I would forget the Halloween Party?" she asked glaring at Karen. "Tonight you are going to get your ass kicked in this very ring!" she said as she pointed towards the wrestling ring that had been set up in the middle of the room. "And when my friend Abby is done with you... You and I are going to put on a little show for my guest." Karen heard the words but they didn't register. The only thing on her mind at the moment was tearing into the blonde bitch that stood before her. "You do remember my friend Abby don't you?" Courtney asked.
With their attention completely focused on the blonde before them, neither IRISH nor Karen saw the muscular blonde who slid in behind her. Before Courtney's last comments registered, Abby blasted a powerful right fist into Karen's kidney. The brunette gasped and collapsed at Courtney's feet.
Dressed in a short sequined dress, Abby reached down and grabbed Karen by the hair and the waist band of her pants, as Courtney looked on with approval. Abby easily led Karen to the ring on her hands and knees where she tossed the brunette into the ring under the bottom rope. Abby climbed between the ropes where she strutted around the ring, showing off her amazing body. Karen started to make it up to her knees where she was greeted with a kick to the face that sent her sprawled out on her back. Abby quickly peeled off Karen's pants, vest and shirt so that she was just in her bra and panties. With her foe still dazed, Abby placed her foot down on Karen's breast and struck a bicep pose for the home crowd.
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Courtney was salivating at the one sided display in the ring. The thought of Karen being made to suffer for her entertainment and the entertainment of all of her guest was more than she could ask for. Sure this little operation was costing her a pretty penny. But she could afford it. And when the brunette's battered and beaten body was delivered to her bedroom at the end of the night... her panties were getting moist just at the thought! Her gaze moved onto IRISH. And her boy toy over there... she was going to rock his world and force the defeated Playmate to watch.
Abby stepped off the fallen brunette and hauled her to her feet by her hair. As the blonde smiled for the audience, Karen fired a punch directed downward at one of Abby's breast. The Playmate had over a three inch height advantage so the blow hurt like hell. Abby cried out and cupped her injured breast with both hands and took a step back. Karen followed her retreat and sent a right into the blonde's belly causing a gasp as the air rushed from her lungs. As the blonde lowered her guard slightly to protect her belly she was treated to a left cross to the face the snapped her head to the side. A straight right to the nose sent the muscular blonde tumbling backwards into the ropes.
"No!" Courtney screamed at the sudden change of events. "Kick her ass!" she commanded of her very well paid assassin. IRISH looked on with pride as his girl fought her way back into the battle. He looked over at a now very angry hostess and smiled broadly.
With her foe trapped on the ropes, Karen threw another haymaker designed to take Abby's head off. Karen wanted to finish this quickly so that she would have some left in the tank to toss the beer girl a beating. Unfortunately the swing was well telegraphed and Abby easily ducked under it. From a crouch, with Karen off balance, Abby sunk her right fist deep in to Karen's belly. The blow knocked all the air out of the Playmate's lungs as she doubled up.
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"That's more like it!" Courtney cheered. "Hurt her! Make her suffer!" The blonde hostess was ecstatic. This is more like she envisioned things turning out when she brought in the muscular hit woman to do her bidding. The cruel beer girl looked over at IRISH and was enjoying the anguish displayed on his face.
With Karen's arms dropped to her sides, Abby followed the gut shot with an uppercut from the floor that stood the brunette beauty up, snapping her head back. The sound of her teeth clacking together could be heard throughout the large room.
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The Playmate's mouth was wide open, looking like a fish out of water, as she gasped for air. The muscular blonde just delivered her to a new world of hurt.
Abby looked over at Courtney as the beer girl was screaming instructions to her champion. "Over here! Over here! Bring her over here!" The blonde nodded her understanding to her boss. Abby brought both her hands down to her waist. As Karen's head started to come back down to a neutral position making eye contact with the blonde, Abby shot both hands forward and upward striking the Playmate in both breast at the same time. The blow was so forceful; the brunette actually left her feet as her body was jettisoned backwards. Karen came to rest flat on her back, cupping both breasts, a few feet from the ropes.
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Wanting to be part of the action, Courtney charged forward and grabbed Karen by the hair. Setting her feet she dragged the Playmate so that her head was beneath the bottom rope, dangling over the ring's edge.
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The evil blonde brushed the brunette's dark hair from her face. She tenderly stroked her cheek and whispered to her so that only Karen could hear. When Karen's pain filled eyes met Courtney's, the blonde stopped the sensuous contact and grabbed the Playmate by the throat with her left hand and started choking her.
Karen began to panic. Her hands shot to Courtney's trying to pry it off and she attempted to plant her feet so that she could trying and pull herself free. But just as she planted her feet and arched her back, both of her ankles were grabbed by Abby and her legs were pulled out from under her. The upward motion of Karen's legs continued until the blonde had them about waist high. With a rough tug, Abby pulled Karen out of Courtney's grasp.
The hostess didn't realize what had just happened until she saw Karen's body flying through the air. The Playmate's body came crashing back down to the mat in the center of the ring.
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Hey, Irish, this is a great story! Glad I found it. You are one of the best writers that I have read on the board. Hope your girl Karen can pull out of this set-up but it will be difficult when she is being double teamed and maybe more. As others, I am looking to read more about the adventures of this feisty brunette.
Do you have a good picture of Courtney?
Abby maintained a strong grip on each of Karen's ankles. She raised them higher and higher and began to spread Karen's legs as wide as she could. The brunette was doing everything she could to pull her legs free from the strong blonde but was having no luck. Abby had enough ring presence to know to keep her own legs and feet out of the reach of the Playmate.
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The vicious blonde looked over at a very concerned IRISH. "You had your chance yesterday to visit paradise!" She yelled to him. "But instead you chose this loser over me." "Big mistake!" She yelled as she raised her right foot up above her knee. "Noooo!!!!" IRISH yelled as he watched every muscle in Abby's powerful leg contract. There was nothing he could do as the blonde set her piston like leg in motion, stomping down between Karen's wide spread legs with all of her might. "Uuugghhhh!!!" Karen whimpered as Abby dropped her legs and her hands shot to her wounded crotch.
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Courtney cheered on her girl as she punished her hated rival. The blonde host looked over at IRSIH and then back over at Karen who was reeling in the center of the ring. "More!" she commanded. "Don't end it yet! Hurt her some more!" she instructed her hired hand. "And whatever you do... don't let her pass out! I want her awake for every painful blow!" Abby nodded her understanding and reached down and grabbed a handful of Karen's now sweaty, disheveled hair.
Ouch! That hurt.
WOW! Karen is getting a real beat down. Not sure she can recover from that Texas one-stomp.
Abby wrapped Karen's hair around her right hand several times and used it to pull the dazed Playmate to her feet. Looking to punish the brunette as much as possible, the blonde slipped her arms under Karen's and locked her hands behind the brunette's back.
Karen's legs were like rubber, unable to withstand her body's weight. Her glistening body slumped, as she slid down to her arm pits met the top of Abby's biceps. When she felt that she had Karen in the perfect position, she gradually applied the pressure. The brunette's breasts were being pancaked between the blonde's large orbs and her own rib cage. Enjoying the look of pain and fear in Karen's eyes, Abby started to crush the brunette's rib cage making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
The Playmate's mouth was wide open but no sound passed her lips. With a grunt, Abby leaned back increasing the pressure on Karen's body as the brunette's feet left the ground.
IRISH looked on in shock. His girl was being taken apart and tortured before his eyes and there was nothing that he could do to help her. Just then he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was the barmaid... "Here... It looks like you could use this." She said with a smile as she handed him a cold beer. He was in a state of shock as he instinctively took hold of the bottle. "I was kind of hoping that you stopped back to the lounge to visit me last night. Maybe tonight?" she asked with a smile. "It seems that the mistress has plans for your girl anyway." She gave him a peck on the cheek and headed back to the bar. IRISH looked back to the ring and looked on in disbelief as he took a long draw from the neck of the bottle.
The cold beer on the back of his throat snapped him out of it. Like a quarterback calling an audible, IRISH started yelling "Deacon! Deacon!" to his girl. Although her mind was racked with pain, as every nerve ending was shooting screaming messages to her brain, Karen can hear IRISH. At first it seemed like a very distant voice. But the second time he yelled out it registered with Karen.
Using a move made famous by NFL hall of famer Deacon Jones, Karen slammed the palms of both of her hands against Abby's ears. The double head slap had the blonde's ears ringing, feeling like both of her ear drums burst. Not only did the move cause a great deal of pain, it threw off the blonde's equilibrium. She swayed on unsteady legs and her crushing bear hug loosened. Next Karen jabbed her extended fingers right into the throat of the blonde who gasped and completely released her hold on the brunette. Abby's hands shot to her neck as her larynx swelled and started to spasm.
Karen leaned up against Abby, her head resting on the blonde's right shoulder. She knew that she couldn't wait too long to follow up her sudden advantage. Still as she sucked in deep breathes her lungs burned from the trauma inflicted on her body. Abby was still gasping with a panicked look on her face when Karen lifted her head up, breaking contact.
Placing one of her hands on either of the blonde's shoulders, the Playmate brought a knee up as hard as she could, scoring a direct hit between the mercenary's legs. Abby forgot all about the pain in her throat as she dropped to her knees at Karen's feet.
Courtney began to panic as her well planned operation started to unravel. She looked over at IRISH and grew even more pissed as not only the Irishman, but several other of her guest were now rooting on the brunette.
The hostess looked over at the barmaid and yelled to her. "Don't just stand there! Get your ass in the ring and help Abby!" The barmaid nodded to her boss and dropped the drinks that she was preparing. She ran towards the opening at the end of the bar and turned the corner as Courtney returned her attention back to the ring.
As the barmaid made the end of the bar and turned the corner headed for the ring, she was grabbed from behind by the hair and yanked backwards. "And where do you think you're going?" Jaclyn Swedberg asked as she spun the barmaid around. Before she had a chance to answer, Swedberg drove a half a dozen fist into the young woman's belly. Karen's friend pulled a zip tie from her purse and secured the woman's hands behind her back at the wrist. The brunette dragged the now immobilized girl behind the bar and assumed her duties behind the bar.
When the cavalry hadn't reached the ring yet to come to Abby's rescue, Courtney swung her attention back to the bar to see what had happened. "Shit!" she cursed as she recognized Jaclyn from the Halloween Party. "I guess if I want this done right I'm going to have to do it myself!" she said as she stormed towards the ring.
In the ring Karen caught the kneeling blonde square in the face with a spinning kick, toppling her over. The blonde struggled to get back in the fight as she rolled over onto her back. She propped herself up on her elbows as Karen advanced on her and started to raise her legs in a defensive position.
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Just read that North Carolina has the HOTTEST Pepper;
HOWVER
IRISH has the HOTTEST catfight stories and the HOTTEST catfighter, Karen...
(Karen will be needed and uses in British Invasion....no doubt...
Thanks, IRISH
Courtney ran down the aisle of chairs towards the ring and was just about to reach it when a foot came out from the seats, tripping her to the floor. The blonde landed face first and skidded to a stop on her large breast. Before she knew it, Tiffany Fallon, the owner of the wayward foot dropped her ass down onto the small of the blonde's back.
"You're missing the fight! Here let me help you." Tiffany said as she sunk her fingers into the blonde's hair and pulled backwards. Fallon pulled back on Courtney's chin, locking her in a camel clutch. "There! You should be able to see now." Karen's sister Playmate of the Year said. "I know that you want to play too. I'm sure Karen would like to give you a chance once she finishes with your bully." She added.
Karen approached the downed blonde cautiously. She knew that she had hurt Abby but based on the blonde's posture it appeared that she still had some fight left. The Playmate faked a lunge at the blonde but it was only a rouse. Abby kicked out in response thinking that Karen was coming right in after her. As the blonde's leg followed through, the brunette dove on top of her foe straddling her waist. Karen's arms were a blur of motion as she rained down fist after fist in to Abby's face. Lefts, rights, it didn't matter... The Playmate just kept swinging for the fences.
After several unanswered blows the blonde grew tired of being a punching bag. She started swing with both fist too, targeting the brunette's injured ribs. The pace was fast and furious but this late in the fight neither woman could maintain her attack. That and the fact they were doing some pretty serious damage to each other, something had to change.
Still pinned beneath the Playmate, the mercenary reached up and grabbed hold of Karen's hair. She pulled on it sharply, rolling the brunette off of her. The blonde continued the roll until she was now the woman on top, in the dominant position. As Karen struggled to reverse their positions, Abby placed her fore arm across Karen's throat and started to lean on it with all her weight. A gurgle was all that could be heard from the brunette as the blonde attempted to choke her out.
A cruel smile started to form on the evil blonde's face as she knew she had the beautiful brunette now. "This would have been over by now if your man would have just stopped in my room last night. Since he didn't, I am going to make this as slow and painful as I possibly can!" Abby said as she punctuated her last statement by rolling her arm back and forth across Karen's throat. "Accckkk..." Karen grunted as she struggled to breathe. "He will never want anything to do with you." This just angered the blonde who leaned in harder. "We will see soon enough." The confident blonde added.
Karen was unable to pry Abby' arm from her throat no matter how hard she tried. The thought of IRISH's loyalty motivated her to fight harder. When Karen's hands slipped from her arm, Abby thought it was the beginning of the end and smiled at the fallen Playmate once more.
But when Karen's hands left Abby's arm it was only to pull down the front of the blonde's dress and clamp down as hard as she could on the mercenary's nipples. "Aaaahhhh! You fucking bitch!" Abby complained at the new found pain on her breasts. Just then Karen plated both of her feet and with a sudden surge; she pushed up unseating the blonde from the top of her.
Karen rubbed away the pain from her throat and rose as fast as she could. Abby fell towards the ropes and crawled the two or three feet to them, reaching up for the middle rope as she did. Just as the blonde reached the rope and started using it to pull herself up, Karen stomped down on her arm just below the shoulder. The blonde cried out in pain as she crumpled back down to the mat. She clutched at her injured shoulder feeling like some serious damage had been done to it.
Awesome piece of work you have going on here!
Witness - Karsa Orlong
Thanks everyone for the comments. I'm glad that so many are enjoying it!
Time is going to be tight over the next couple of days so I don't know when the next few post will be completed.
I do assure you that we are far from finished!
Great Job, so far. We are more than willing to wait. Quality is worth the wait.
Go Karen!
Grabbing hold of Abby's wrist, Karen used it to twist her arm behind her back. The blonde let out a cry as Karen increased the pressure. By now the brunette had Abby's arm just inches from the back of the blonde's neck. The Playmate was using her entire body weight, leaning into the painful hold. Just another minute or two Karen thought to herself...
The blonde was in excruciating pain. Her left hand clutched her injured right shoulder but no matter how hard she tried she was unable to pull the limb away from the angry brunette. With tears in her eyes, the blonde started to rise to her feet, taking the brunette along as a passenger. Once standing she locked her knees with Karen still draped over her back. Although she was racked with pain, the tough blonde refused to waver.
Karen had the blonde's arm trapped between their bodies. Letting go of Abby's wrist with one hand, the Playmate latched onto the assassins golden locks. Wrapping her legs around the blonde's waist, Karen bounced up and down, trying anything that she thought might work to bring the muscular blonde back to the mat. No matter how hard she tried Karen just couldn't trip Abby.
In an attempt to topple the beast, Karen moved her right foot between the legs of the blonde. Using her heel the Playmate dug her foot in hard. Abby cried out in pain inspiring the brunette to start slamming her foot against the blonde's groin. Abby's rigid stance began to waver. Karen stepped up her efforts when she felt the pending change of events. The brunette rocked back and forth until she felt Abby pitch forward in an unplanned descent.
It's over till the tough blonde sings!
Karen was ecstatic as she felt Abby starting to fall. Her eyes were tightly clenched shut as she poured every ounce of energy in bringing the muscular blonde down. "Karen!" hey that was IRISH's voice she thought.
As they fell forward Karen opened her eyes. She didn't like what she saw... After trying every trick in the book Abby couldn't shake the Playmate from her back. Unable to take the pain any longer and completely out of options, the blonde lunged forward. At the last possible moment Abby pulled her head from Karen's grasp and tucked her chin to her chest. When the brunette opened her eyes it was too late to do anything about the rapidly approaching top rope.
Abby was able to duck under it, but the top rope caught Karen right across the throat. Her grip on the blonde was instantly broken as her hands shot towards her neck. The weight of the Playmate's body and her full momentum bounced off the taught rope catapulting the brunette to the center of the ring. She landed with a thud and didn't move.
The blonde landed on her knees in front of the ropes and was cautious enough to avoid getting tangled up in the ropes. She moved her injured arm from behind her back, cradling it at her belly. She reached up and tried to massage away the pain in her shoulder. Looking back at her downed rival, Abby didn't want to rest too long. This time she reached for the middle rope using her left hand making sure that Karen was nowhere around. Standing, she began to reacquire her target.
In the center of the ring, Karen had rolled over onto her belly. She brought her knees under her body, jutting her ass up in the air. Next she worked her way up onto her elbows and started to rise...
Abby stepped forward as Karen rose and slammed her right foot into the Playmate's belly the force of the kick hit her so hard, Karen's body left the ground, spun, and crashed back down to the mat. With the brunette flat on her back once again, Abby took the opportunity to stomp down on her belly driving all the air from her body.
With the Playmate clutching her belly with both hands, the muscular blonde reached down and easily dragged her to a seated position. Karen was in a world of hurt when Abby sat down behind her. Before she had the chance to try and execute an escape, the assassin wrapped her powerful legs around the Playmate's waist. "Shittt!!!" Karen cried as the blonde's muscles started crushing her injured ribs.
The brunette's cries of anguish and diminished breathing were music to Abby's ears. "This could have been easy!" the muscular blonde cursed as she looked over at IRISH. Another pulse of her muscles brought another painful wail from the Playmate. Abby was content on just torturing Karen, crushing the life out of her with every flex of her muscles.
Karen frantically tried to break the waist scissor. She pushed with all her might using the palms of her hands against the blonde's inner thighs. She dug her nails in to Abby's sinewy legs drawing blood. It seemed the more she fought the tighter the squeeze of the assassin. Her breathing was now barely a pant, trying to get as much air into her oxygen starved lungs.
With her injured arm dangling uselessly at her side, Abby used her left hand to grab hold of Karen's hair. She started to pull and twist tormenting the trapped brunette, twisting her head and neck to unnatural angles. Karen was like a rag doll unable to combat the blonde's latest attack.
In desperation Karen was lunging behind her, trying to grab hold of Abby. Her hair, a tit, between her legs... anywhere she could grab hold of and inflict enough pain on her attacker to gain her freedom. Abby laughed at the Playmate's desperate attempts and just continued to crush her waist. She looked over at IRSIH with a big smile on her face. She was making Karen pay for his decision last night; next she would make him pay in her dungeon.
With Abby distracted with evil thought of what she would do to IRISH post match, Karen was finally able to latch onto something that she would be able to use to her advantage... Abby's right wrist!
The Playmate quickly pulled Abby's right wrist to the front of her body where she grabbed hold of it with her left hand. By the time that the blonde realized that something was amiss, Karen lifted her right elbow up as hard as she could into the armpit of the blonde's injured shoulder. The assassin let out a wail of pain and the grip around Karen's waist loosened. Three more blows in rapid secession and Abby had completely let go of the scissor and was doing everything that she could to pull away from the brunette. Like a pit-bull, the Playmate refused to let go!
Karen stood and used Abby's injured arm to drag the blonde over to the corner of the ring. The brunette slid under the bottom rope without letting go of the blonde's wrist. Before the assassin had a chance to protest, Karen had the severely damaged limb wrapped around the ring post. As the blonde screamed in pain, Karen started kicking her in the face repeatedly until Abby was pleading with her to stop.
Karen looked over at IRISH with a big smile. When her guy gave her a smile of approval she turned her attention over to Courtney. She just pointed and then started waving the hostess over with her index finger. "Looks like it's your turn bitch!" Tiffany said as she stepped off of the beer girl. Using a handful of hair, Karen's sister Playmate tossed the planner of this whole event, under the bottom rope, into the ring.
Things are really heating up! Great story IRISH
Witness - Karsa Orlong
The fearful blonde rolled to a stop in the center of the ring as Karen started climbing the outside of the ring ropes. The beer girl stood and turned towards Karen. Just then, with a battle yell, the Playmate leapt from the top rope of the ring and drove booth feet into the chest of the beer girl.
The beer girl was sent flying across the ring clutching her chest. She hit the far rope as the brunette's tired and battered body crashed to the mat. The blonde's momentum sent her into the ropes, slingshotting her back across the ring. She cringed and braced for a collision with the angry brunette as she bounced off the ropes. But when she ricocheted back towards the center of the ring she was relieved to see the Playmate still down on the mat.
The beer girl didn't have the time to stop, so she ran forward jumping over the brunette. When the blonde came speeding back, she left her feet and tucked her legs under her like she was about to do a cannon ball into the pool. The battered Playmate saw an eclipse as Courtney's body blocked out the overhead lights. The beer girl smiled from ear to ear as she saw sheer panic in Karen's face. Planting her feet on the mat, the brunette tried to push off and get out of the blonde's way.
She was barely able to move... but not far enough! Instead of planting both knees deep into the Playmate's belly, a move that surely would have ended the brunette's night, Abby's knees came crashing down onto Karen's right thigh. The brunette let out a shriek of pain as she clutched the source of her new found pain. Abby's momentum carried her just past the wreathing woman to the ropes. The blonde propped herself up, leaned against the ropes, and caught her breath.
After a moment Courtney pulled herself up using the ropes. Karen still was lying in the center of the ring clutching the upper part of her right leg. The blonde confidently strode over to her rival, reached down and grabbed Karen by her right ankle. "No!" the Playmate cried, but with vicious tug the beer girl lifted it up and towards her body. Karen skidded across the mat on her back as she cried out in pain. Holding the brunette's ankle high, Abby cranked back with her right foot and buried it deep into the back of the Playmate's injured leg.
Karen cried as her hands beat the mat bringing a glowing smile to the beer girl's face. The pain was so severe she wished that she would just pass out as an escape. As tears streamed down the Playmate's face she wondered how things could possibly get any worse... She didn't have to wait long to find out as the blonde used her leg to roll the brunette over on to her belly. Securing Karen's ankle under her arm, tightly grasping her lower leg with both hands, Abby bent Karen's leg at the knee as she sat down on the Playmate's back.
Irish, in this last installment, do you mean Abby to be Courtney the Beer Girl, or am I reading that wrong?
Witness - Karsa Orlong
Good catch! I just fixed it.
As I get ready to wrap up the ring action I am torn if I should just roll right into the next chapter from here...
Mods please replace last post with
The fearful blonde rolled to a stop in the center of the ring as Karen started climbing the outside of the ring ropes. The beer girl stood and turned towards Karen. Just then, with a battle yell, the Playmate leapt from the top rope of the ring and drove booth feet into the chest of the beer girl.
The beer girl was sent flying across the ring clutching her chest. She hit the far rope as the brunette's tired and battered body crashed to the mat. The blonde's momentum sent her into the ropes, slingshotting her back across the ring. She cringed and braced for a collision with the angry brunette as she bounced off the ropes. But when she ricocheted back towards the center of the ring she was relieved to see the Playmate still down on the mat.
The beer girl didn't have the time to stop, so she ran forward jumping over the brunette. When the blonde came speeding back, she left her feet and tucked her legs under her like she was about to do a cannon ball into the pool. The battered Playmate saw an eclipse as Courtney's body blocked out the overhead lights. The beer girl smiled from ear to ear as she saw sheer panic in Karen's face. Planting her feet on the mat, the brunette tried to push off and get out of the blonde's way.
She was barely able to move... but not far enough! Instead of planting both knees deep into the Playmate's belly, a move that surely would have ended the brunette's night, Courtney's knees came crashing down onto Karen's right thigh. The brunette let out a shriek of pain as she clutched the source of her new found pain. Courtney's momentum carried her just past the wreathing woman to the ropes. The blonde propped herself up, leaned against the ropes, and caught her breath.
After a moment Courtney pulled herself up using the ropes. Karen still was lying in the center of the ring clutching the upper part of her right leg. The blonde confidently strode over to her rival, reached down and grabbed Karen by her right ankle. "No!" the Playmate cried, but with vicious tug the beer girl lifted it up and towards her body. Karen skidded across the mat on her back as she cried out in pain. Holding the brunette's ankle high, Abby cranked back with her right foot and buried it deep into the back of the Playmate's injured leg.
Karen cried as her hands beat the mat bringing a glowing smile to the beer girl's face. The pain was so severe she wished that she would just pass out as an escape. As tears streamed down the Playmate's face she wondered how things could possibly get any worse... She didn't have to wait long to find out as the blonde used her leg to roll the brunette over on to her belly. Securing Karen's ankle under her arm, tightly grasping her lower leg with both hands, Courtney bent Karen's leg at the knee as she sat down on the Playmate's back.
The Playmate screamed in pain and tried to pull her leg free from her tormentor. No matter how hard she struggled, she wasn't gaining any ground. The beer girl was relatively fresh and the painful hold was rapidly draining all the remaining strength from the brunette. Courtney looked over at IRISH, extended her tongue, and seductively ran around her lips. "Mmmm!!! I hope you are having fun!" she called out in his direction.
When she didn't get the desired response from the Irishman she called out "Very well!" Sitting on the Playmate's back, with her injured leg trapped under her left arm, the blonde slid her right hand up Karen's leg past her knee. Continuing north she reached the apex of Karen's legs. Making direct eye contact with IRISH, the beer girl tugged Karen's panties off to one side exposing the Playmate's sex. "Aaaaahhhhh!!!!" Karen screamed as Courtney clamped down on with some very sensitive skin between her thumb and index finger. "Fuck!" the brunette cried as the blonde twisted her hand.
"We can end this anytime that you like." She called to IRISH. "Just tell me when." Nooooo!!!! The Playmate shrieked as the cruel blonde pulled the brunette's flesh as far as she could before twisting it in the opposite direction. "I'm sorry... Is this yours?" she asked him as she stopped pinching and instead slipped two fingers inside the Playmate. She started working her fingers in and out enjoying Karen's screams and the look of anguish on IRISH's face.
The large group gathered around the ring was at the edge of their seats. They sensed that the end was near. Not only were they treated to a brutal fight between some very attractive ladies... Now they were witnessing the sexual humiliation of the hottest woman in the room. Some felt bad for the brunette while others wished it was their fingers between her legs.
Karen had given up trying to free her trapped leg. The blonde was just two strong to defeat in her weakened condition. And now the beer girl was sapping even more of her waning strength. Soon the confident blonde slipped a third finger into the Playmate. IRSIH wanted to throw in the towel and save his girl but he was afraid of just what Courtney and her goons would do to her post fight if Karen lost.
The Playmate started to rise up to the elbows trying just about anything to break free. In fact, arching her back made the pain being inflicted on her lower back even worse. Trying to grip the mat with her finger tips Karen tried to pull herself closer to the ring ropes. Abby leaned back increasing the pressure on Karen's back and pulled her leg further back.
Karen was reaching back trying to grab onto Courtney's hair, clothing, or anything else that she latch onto. Reaching up and over her back, with the blonde leaning back as far as she could, Karen swung back with her arm. While the move did not allow Karen to grab onto anything and escape, she did score a direct hit to the blonde's lower back. The lucky shot weakened the blonde's grasp on her leg, but she was still trapped.